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Striving ticker


And the time comes, 

And it strikes again,

It strikes again,

 

Unbearable to open his eyes,

For the fear of being broken again, 

Fractures in his bones,

The worst thing,

The weight in his heart pulling him, unable to let go.

And the time comes, 

And it strikes again,

It strikes again,

 

Unbearable to open his eyes,

For the fear of being broken again, 

Fractures in his bones,

The worst thing,

The weight in his heart pulling him, unable to let go.

a story in his eyes ,

Nearly bloodshot it was,

with a glimmer of hope.

 

Was it too late?

 

no ma, no pa, emptiness in this realm,

But surely fulfillment in the hereafter,

 heavy piles of stones piling,

 As we are searching desperately to save his life,

But the heart monitor could only tell the truth;

 

The last moment of eternity for him, 

Was truly a moment of peace,

For him,

A striving ticker.

 
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