entry thirty-five

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time was a fragmental object to me
it really meant nothing at all
it passes by silently without a whisper
merely stealing my life a little at a time
i knew then that this was the one thing that couldn't be altered
time consumes the richest and the poorest
blacks or whites
males or females
doesn't care about your religion
doesn't discriminate your race
if only we could be more like time
more accepting and dependable
then the world could be peaceful
and actually realize how little time we have here
and then the amount that we're given
could be lived in harmony

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