the clock is ticking
every second is reminding
that we're closer to our ending
we all know we'll die someday
no one knows when is the day
no one knows how is the way
we just hope it's still away
no one prepare for when it's coming
still live a life with no meaning
go back and forth with our sinning
fear the death but changes nothing
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PoetryStories from my point of view, basically what's on my mind. Sometimes it's about my own life and experiences, other times it's just what randomly pops up in my mind. Each and every poem is written by me, unless stated otherwise. Read, vote, and comm...
