Death is all we're living in. From the moment we were born,
Tick tock!
With every breath we take,
Tick tock!
Life is just death's breathing air,
The fates have finished weaving
And death knows what time we've got.
Tick tock!
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Silent Thoughts.
PoetryHow does it feels to be happy inside? Doesn't seem to remember. How does it feel to be in love? Doesn't seem to remember.
