Questioning Time

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People are always asking me questions.

Who? What? When? Why?

These questions make me feel as I am running out of time.

Time is valuable, time is sacred.

Yet these questions make me feel as if I have spent my time faking it.

Fake or real these questions remain.

I can only hope that I may stay sane. 

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