Away goes my clock
He's given up
He can't take anymore
The world he tried to carry
Alas he couldn't
He crumbles before me
I can't fix him
He's far to shattered
He doesn't want help
He wants to be gone
Forever gone
Take away to the wind
Taken to a land where he may rest
He can't take another step
He may make a mistake
That poor clock of mine
I wish I could save
If this must be the end
With a sorrow now of thy head
I whisper
Goodbye my friend
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Short StoryTime is an amazing thing. It can do many things for us. It can age us. Can change us. Time is a fragile thing that no one seems to understand
