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The time

Thursday, 24th April 2008

I have no time to love. I feel like everything just goes by me. I live this speed with an amazing intensity. And I cannot say I hate it, because I really love it. But there are moments when I realise that if I’d somebody to squeeze in my arms, I’d not have the time.
Time to love. Time to live. Time to dream. Time to laugh. Time to…
The time has come. It has gone, too.


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