Emotions With Words Forgotten

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Tick, tock

This hour felt like eternity.

I am seven.

Tick, tock 

I only felt half of this hour

I am thirteen.

Tick, tock 

I wake at eight,  blink 

It's  seven.

I am twenty-five.

Tick, tock

A year fades with dusk.

I am forty.

Tick, tock

Tick, tock

The decades pass in seconds.

Dying at eighty-four.