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A Broken Clock
The days seem to creep on by
And every day I ask myself why,
Why has this life become the way it did
But somethings are not meant to be answwered
At night I left myself cry
And sometimes it feels that I want to die,
But I tell myself life goes on
And theres still hope for him to be mine
Time likes to be slow today
And I can't remember all that you say,
I guess if it was important
Then I wouldn't have forgotten it
Time seems to have a mind of it's own
And the more days pass the farther apart we grow,
I hope that one day fate will let us be
But in all honesty I don't listen to fate
Fate can't stop time
And fate won't stop me,
But you seem to not see it that way
And thats why you left that one day
Did the clock break?
How much longer will this take?
I think the time has completly stopped
Since you left me here alone in the dark
poem
by
Abby Belmont
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