The Life
Day by day I wake up to the same morning, the same time, same everything. I go through the day as if I am a whisper in the cold dark nights. Counting the seconds of the clock as if im leaping minute to minute, hope not to fall. Once the clock hits the same time it does everyday, im off to the same missio. Everyday this clock is restarted and time begins again. Leaping minute to minute, when will this stop.
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