We all run around the
Grandfather clock
It seems as if we don't
But listen to the sound
That is counting down
The seconds that you
Have on this earth
Time is ringing in your
Ears
It will never be yours
Enjoy it while it lasts
And don't hang in the past
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Lost In Myself
PoetryTo those who get lost and don't wanna be found. A collection of short stories and poems... *Short stories aren't as prevalent (Copyrights to readingwithunicorns) *I give copyrights to those who I use quotes from* *Completed
