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Rated: E · Poetry · Philosophy · #1282367

I'm an insomniac and this is something i thought up last night

Life passes by like cars on the street
And I run after them
They always seem within grasp
But I can never catch them
They never slow, never cease
Red lights do not stop them
They always stay ahead
And still, I run after them.
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