Tick tock, tick tock. Time is running, fast. Every minute; every second, someone is falling in love. Someone is making the most out of life. And here you are, dwelling in sadness.
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Shattered Self Love | Poetry
PoetryNow tell me, everybody. Why is self love slowly being replaced by self hate?
Eight: Tick Tock
Tick tock, tick tock. Time is running, fast. Every minute; every second, someone is falling in love. Someone is making the most out of life. And here you are, dwelling in sadness.