slipping through my fingers

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the world is slowly slipping through my fingers

and like a slippery grip

i can't quite hang on

real time is spilling from my glass

and like it's destined to break

i can't quite keep it together

moments of mine are sliding past my gaze

and like a quick flash

i can't quite grasp onto it


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