Thinking that it's strange
How we change so much in so
Little time. Motions
Turn actions, makes time
pass by accelerated
Too much, too soon. Gone.
A friend. A feeling.
Fleeting moments. Words said in
Haste. A lifetime. Lost.
{nothing is real. I'm wasting my time}
Thinking. It would be
Best if I left. Best if I
Evaporated.
Into the surface
Foam on the sea. The sparkles
In the ocean waves.
That's me.
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