I've learned that everything really does fall apart.  Eventually one brick in the wall, is forgotten, or missed, or simply kicked out of the wall, and then, as time goes on, the whole thing falls.  And then what's left?

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So much is done

So little is remembered

Time doesn't pass

It changes

And waits for you to change

Even if you can't

Even if you're stuck in a crystal moment

That can protect you from the world

But not from yourself

And time cannot wait forever

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Time spent doing everything

But being absent of all time

It just passes

Without a meaning, without a rhythm

Creating crystal moments

That can withstand time

But not hold out the rest

Protecting from pain, pleasure, healing

And so much more

So much good

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So it would be really great if people stopped trying to control my life and quit walking all over me.  that would in fact be wonderful

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