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Time Does Not Exist

Time means nothing in the end. It means space between the bad and the good. It just gives energy to the beast; it never fixes anything.
The truth isn’t fair. You always wanted me, but in the end, this would be destroyed. This reality is killing me, everything that was good, is dead inside of me.
I feel you in my sleep. I hear your voice everywhere. Why can’t you just let me be? Just go somewhere else….
Why did you love me, if you were going to leave? Am I that intolerable? Am I nothing?
I gave you everything; I destroyed my life, just so you could see me. I killed the pain, tried so hard to be everything you wanted…everything you wanted to see. But now I lay broken and bleeding, just look at me; a reminder of harsh reality.
You can’t say you care when you can’t stand me. Am I that stupid? Am I that blind, because I can’t be everything?
The corpses line the streets. The dead laugh in their sleep. I hear their voices ringing in my skull, won’t you save me? I dying, can’t you see?
I guess it’s you who’s blind. You can’t face reality. I loved you once, it’s my fault, can’t you see?
You’ll never fix this with the clock on the wall. Time just gives this energy. And one day you’ll regret never loving me the way I loved you.
This reality is killing us and this space between will break us. I’m not blind, I can see just fine. I can see everything. In retrospect we’ll always regret never facing this. Time means nothing. In reality it doesn’t exist at all.
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