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One hour


One hour,

One measly hour,

Sitting and wait,

Chiming and ticking,

Life is passing us by. 

 

60 minutes,

60 draw out minutes,

"Are you ok?",

"I miss you..".

 

3600 seconds,

3600 long seconds,

wondering when I'll see you,

knowing communication is gone.

 

23 hours,

23 pointless hours,

no you,

no love,

no sound.

 

1380 minutes,

1380 depressing minutes,

a clock tick,

a faucet drip,

a tear stream.

 

82800 seconds,

82800 unused seconds,

"when will you call me?",

"when will I give up?",

 

When will You Care.

 
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