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Time is running out - loudly, with passion, as if it needs to win a competition against someone. And in my heart, it's still the same schoolyard, the smell of spring dust, and the sneakers in which it once seemed you could run away from the whole world. I wanted everything all at once: friendship, freedom, eternity... and for summer to never end. Now the clock hands seem to be giving commands in a forced march, but inside, that boyish enthusiasm still lives on - stumbling, stubborn, glistening with sweat and dreams. Everything that was lost suddenly turns out to be simply hidden under a layer of adulthood. And no matter how the leaves swirl, I still want to believe: there's something that neither autumn nor the years can take away. Something quiet, stubbornly living in the heart - light as laughter, and bright as a silhouette that doesn't fade even with time.