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Is it a feeling?


Every moment passes away;
Every thing that starts then always end.
Your time to heal;
Is never exhausted because you choose,
Either to feel deserted when you have what it takes to connect;
Or never feeling the drought when you interact.

Your mind may be full of thoughts;
Yet they need you make them become knots.
Knots of commitments to control yourself;
Telling the diagram named as you to act,
In a way that is keen to show loyalty to your source of breathe.

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