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Time


What makes me tick is time tick tocking away

Oppertunities passing me by everyday.

Parents becoming stricter by the hour

hope slowly dying like a flower.

Jobs being filled by the minute

my patience has a limit.

People dying every second

babies being born unexpected.

So what makes me tick is time tick tocking away

while oppertunities pass me by everyday.

Every hour, minute, second can't slow them down

what get's me thinking is my time which is now!

 

 

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