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Time

Life becomes somehow miserable;

years, they seem eternally long;

months, just utterly exhausting;

weeks, they're everything but lovable;

days, constantly pushing your spirit;

hours, rebellious girls against pleasure.

Minutes, they declare war on happiness;

seconds, they're covered with orders

and heavy duties,

and nonsensical commands,

precise events and spontaneous moments

thirsty for the ultimate desire

of telling us how to live.

Completely alienated,

totally distracted from what's real,

which is our true feeling,

which is our significant others,

which is our relationships,

the ways with people we connect.