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Time


As I said, I'm not okay.

But then again,

Who cares right? 

 

In the silent night, 

With only my thoughts to guide me, 

I'm comforted, 

By only the darkness, 

Which gives me hope.

 

Hope that'll thrive one day, 

It's never easy,

But it has been done before. 

I'll wait for my turn. 

 

Tears pleading to be let out, 

Who am I to deny them their right? 

 

TIME... 

that's just it;

Everything.

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