Time

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The sun has set.
City is slowly growing dark.
I can't believe
another day is gone.
The light is dim,
ever disappearing,
The night is coming, but
I feel like I can't move.
I have to stay here,
thinking,
growing old,
regretting
all the things that never were
because time is running
too fast even for me.

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