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Time is passing...i'm all alone,
My heart is slowing, soon of stone, Moments pass by, and i see them leave, senselesly now, i count how i breathe. Slowly i watch my life creeping away, Hopingly, i kindly ask it to stay, But it ignores me, and goes by it's pace, As slow as my heart beats, my moments do race. I strive to enjoy and cherish this life, But it all seems pointless, all of this strife, I breathe in, and breathe out, without a single point, I move a little and enjoy the crack of a joint. The sounds of my sanity are buzzing in my ear, They keep me from boredom, one which i fear, They keep my mind working and in good shape, And keep close my sanity as it tries to escape. I sigh and breath and think of better days, But for now, none come to mind anyway, I look to the darkness for comfort and kind words, But remember it's empty and feel dumb afterwards. My mind is slipping the shakles of Freud, And goes off whistling happily, into the void, I end this cry and bid you good night, I take my leave now and step out of sight.
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