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Time, that silent betrayer of dreams unraveling at dawn

Time, that silent betrayer of dreams unraveling at dawn, Like an unseen knife cutting deep into the flesh of lost memories, Speaks to you without words, a master of crimes hidden in shadow, Raises palaces of hope at sunrise and buries them in the silence of graves. It forgets its promises in a blink, turning "forever" into "once," Burns vows like paper, never looking back at its footsteps, Gives you the whole world, only to watch it slowly fall apart, Teaches you hope, only to mercilessly steal it from the depths of your soul. It forgets your pain when you smile, but returns with cold and heavy hands, Haunting you in the quiet dusk of thoughts lost to the wind, Time does not destroy you, but watches as you silently shatter before it, And when you plead for mercy, it answers only with endless, cold expectations. Do not speak of traitors with hands stained by blood and regret, For time is the master of endings, merciless and cold in its eternity, It never forgets its place on the grand stage of unlived life, An unyielding arbiter of stories that remain forever unfinished.

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