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Passing me byLifes passing me by. Like cars on the open road. Time is plain evil. Yet it can be so nice when it goes so slow. Time is always decieving us. This time it means forever of trust no more. Each time i try to stop it plays on me and doesn't let me give in this time. Lifes passing me by. A professional could be right. I'll be passed by like the cars on an open road. Maybe forever so soon. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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