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It is a cruel master, time.

21st Feb

It is a cruel master, time.

We are trapped in the unfolding of a life destined to a certain un-escapeable end.

Around us entropy strips the glory and wonder of our once precious vibrant youth.

We discard our dust particles dancing in the sun as we march toward the grave.

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