It's been a month since I've had liquor. My sweet one, why do you leave me? I don't want this pain anymore, Please let me escape it. I don't think I'll survive long My aid has now been ruptured and torn. I'm not free of you, I want your sweet return, Another lullaby to pass the time as if I'm young Please come back I can't do this anymore I miss you so much, please one more time for me Don't let me forget you My memories so entangled without you Where do you go now? One more sip please I beg of you Cheers for my success, aid for my pain Pretense when I smile, an end when it rains I want to die without you my love I will be no more
Notice the time once again
Laminating its officiality in the minds of the perceivers
Through the flow of morality, of experience, and of the functions of life.
The time,
Leaning its influence and fate on the gas pedal of motion
Leading us into a chasm or into greater pastures
The anticipation never fades.
Attracting souls together
Through love, mutuality, and empathy
Time interacts with experience in seemingly opposite ways.
Though time attracts
It also detaches
From one soul to another
Time fades when life collapses.
Between this collapse and birth,
Time runs
Through enjoyment, and through resentment
Time mirrors our contortion
Though time continues without our consent,
We learn to love the joys and hate the bads
Our experiences reflect time's wishes,
And we hope beyond its restrictions.
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