The Hours 2002
'The night is quickly slipping away,
my hands reach out in vain;
I cannot take it back.
The hands of the clock are
moving, moving, moving;
my time is coming
Tomorrow I have to face the day
tomorrow I face the hours
Why must we have to write boring essays for our exams? Why can we not write, simply for the love of writing?
Give me a blank page and you will know me. Give me a blank page and see that I am living, breathing, drowning, dying.' Virginia Woolf
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