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crisis
my days slip by like water slips through my fingers.
time no longer exist.
in its existance it doesn't follow the rigid schedule set for it,
it doesn't seem to flow.
ignoring the boundaries that have been preset
the young grow impossibly old.
life springs forth and time stands still.
morning comes then disappears.
wisdom is given to those in the cradle
while elderly no longer understand why they aren't able.
and time, which naturally never stands still,
halts then abruptly turns on its own will.
and none can remember
and none can truly forget,
the moment that time lost space and caused this whole mess.
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