It's 12:00 am and the small town road is disrupted without a soul in sight
It's 12:00 am and the big city parties roar with life
It's 12:00 am and the little girl faces the monster bravely
It's 12:01 and the small town road has people sneaking out.
It's 12:01 and ten big city party is quieting down.
It's 12:01 and my faith in this work is stunned at how things change in the matter of a minute.
It's 12:01 and yeh little girl dreams of happy things.
It's 12:02 and today is a new day.
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Grieving
PoetrySometimes it's hard to put emotions into words, so I shall just bleed onto the paper. Life sucks sometimes so read some of this and maybe you can relate.
