The Eclectic Skeptic
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Time


​They say time is a blessing
yet it feels like an eternal curse

If time is a lover of melody
why did it steal a verse?

Every breath we breathe
contingent on its existence

Every word we’ve yet to speak
fading far into the distance

If you tell me to hold on
all my trust I’ll gladly give You
​
Until fear is but a memory
and tomorrow’s promises are made new
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