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As the young minds discussed about the fictional mechanism that they believed would benefit the world… They talked of owning a time-machine. A sneer grew and peeked at the naives as I, with my firm belief, that, time being the powerful– is irreversible, irreplaceable and is that gift given to you in order to spend wisely; once lost, one loses it forever.
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But in that moment, a thought nibbled and broke this firm belief down. Slowly. As memories crept into me and I couldn’t find an escape. I realized that memories in time and time in memories are inevitable. They clinged onto you and would only rip out of you only if YOU were separated from this classic Time. With a glimpse of these sharp memories that pierce into you and make you bleed, flooded with tears and soaked in this salty-bitter feel you dissolve.
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With pints of alcohol rushing in your blood vessels or poison even, or you’d be on the verge to die, and plead and beg, and cry; even then… This ubiquitous Time will headlessly shut its eyes, It won’t come to save you nor would those memories. Leaving you stranded, along with the corpse of your once strong held belief.

-thepinkgleam

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