never ending time
it feels like days have passed and the hands on the centered clock spins uncontrollably, my eyes bag and start to form black dark rings that shows you i haven't slept . my body is frozen in a hold a coma, paralyzed which if i where to move one part i would shatter and form piles of collected dust , sand in a hourglass. But if one day when my body awakens , i will grow strong and filled with energy and become alive filled with spirit as i have risen to become me.
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