Time is Ticking
All my life,
I felt no pressure,
Time was in my hands.
Now I see,
It's running out,
Which wasn't in my plans.
With each day,
The clock is ticking,
I'll have to say goodbye.
To the town I love,
The memories I've made,
As I click the button "apply".
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