As time passes by, everything will be gone.
As time passes by, I just want to be forgiven and forgotten.
Life sucks and reality bites, you all might as well get use to that.
As time passes by, love hurts and the truth might kills.
As time passes by, i am nothing but more than a grain,
that lost in the passage of vain.
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(My first city, and probably be my last, just a short poem of monday blues)