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Tick Tock Click

I remember the soccer fields and basketball courts filled  with the sound of joy

I remember the friends hanging outside talking and sharing about the  their memories

How can I change it, I miss all of it

I miss all of it…


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Tick Tock Click

Once we had to claim over the field

Now I hear nothing but sound that parched grasses make

Why do we rely on it.. where are our memories and moments

I want to go back.. I want to change it

I hope it’s not late

I miss all of it
 

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