past finding out

It is past finding out. Time is cruel. It passes before us unaware. Ten years, twenty. I still think it's 1985. Then it seems like nothing can ever matter again, it's gone, past. Time is a veil that never is revealed, never lifted. It is the complex thread of our lives which are interwoven with other people, other situations, and other things until we disappear.

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