This is the way of time:
Every year is made the same--
a pieced-together work
of given days
and hours
and minutes
and seconds.
No more, no less.
Some will be good.
And some bad.
How I choose to see
is up to me.
How I choose to feel
is entirely in my heart.
What I choose to do
is all that I can do.
This is the way of my reality:
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