Since I last posted here.
Time is indeed a thief
Who steals tomorrow
And only leaves you with yesterday
Time is a machine
With future as raw material
And past as the product
As I reread my previous posts
Of struggle and salvation
I can't help but smile
A knowing smile
Been there, done that
I can't believe I'm actually finished
I marvel at the speedy flight of time
Oh how much has changed
Yet nothing changed at all
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