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Mar 24. 2025
I grow without movement, yet mark the years, I’m counted by moments, but never appear. I’m measured, but I don’t take shape, I track your life, but never escape.
Mar 24. 2025
I grow without movement, yet mark the years, I’m counted by moments, but never appear. I’m measured, but I don’t take shape, I track your life, but never escape.