must have no reason believe in joy yet time is but a simple moving sea from old to babe to young to girl and boy we live right now and what a painful gift of beauty that we get to now exist
the sands of time will wash our sins away existence but a fleeting memory minutes, seconds, hours, days and days will move without an ounce of sympathy our generations will just come and go without an impact on the universe the human mind is deep yet still shallow our dream of impact stays a painful curse a nihilist will think this all means we
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