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inequity of lost time


my hands are tied, through which time slips

part of life's song gone, as the record skips

my heart is beating this perpetual sound

to an unwound clock my heart is bound

counting away hours myself i spite

traveling continuous though no end's in sight

watching days pass then quickly fade away

never will i live what i should've today

fighting a never ending batlle of the heart

losing the race with time before i start

wanting to go by, knowing it won't come back

eternity is a short lap around an endless track

lagging behind while time heads toward infinity

losing the race of endless inequity

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