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 Tags: random thoughts, time, heal, love, moving on, letting go, past, curiosity 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..Writing
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