TimeA Poem by Charlee RichardsScribbled this down on a piece of paper, no editIt's odd isn't it; The way time moves. How someone who was once so significant, Falls through your fingers, And disappears in the cracks That is now your past.
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4 Reviews Added on April 20, 2015 Last Updated on April 20, 2015 AuthorCharlee RichardsAustin, TXAbout“But there are moments when one has to choose between living one’s own life, fully, entirely, completely — or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in .. more.. |

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