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Slipping away


Tick Tock the Clock goes,

always there in the back of your mind.

Time is slipping away like water on the sand.

Can't be recaptured or rewound once passed.

Will you be the one

to waste what has been given.

Many things can happen

within those few given tick tocks. 

Hearts healed,

Realationships mended,

Dreams made true.

What will happen? 

Only time will tell.

So make your Time count in this world,

for you won't get another chance.

 

 

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