escape.
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Last published Mon, Nov 11, 2013
Time measures all wounds and pain and sacrifices, but what happens when happiness takes too much time? People run out of patience and get frustrated. Problems are blown out of proportion and it takes all we have to just remain calm. As the clock keeps ticking, there is only one question to ask. Don't we all want to escape?
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