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Репост из: Empower minds
Lost times, Stolen dreams, Rising hopes
26 minutes—gone, erased,
A silent glitch, a cruel waste.
My slide desk drowned in sorrow’s weight,
An ocean of tears, a twist of fate.
Hopes slipped through like grains of sand,
Dreams undone by fate’s own hand.
Yet through the waves, a light appears—
A second chance beyond these tears.
26 minutes—gone, erased,
A silent glitch, a cruel waste.
My slide desk drowned in sorrow’s weight,
An ocean of tears, a twist of fate.
Hopes slipped through like grains of sand,
Dreams undone by fate’s own hand.
Yet through the waves, a light appears—
A second chance beyond these tears.