Time
I want to get it over with,
These days,
But it's impossible.
It can't happen.
Because they don't fly,
Not with pain.
Usually seconds tick,
Not mine.
Mine fall by slower,
Unrealistically.
But it's true,
They do.
These days,
But it's impossible.
It can't happen.
Because they don't fly,
Not with pain.
Usually seconds tick,
Not mine.
Mine fall by slower,
Unrealistically.
But it's true,
They do.
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