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When a clock stops
Seconds, minutes , hours replace me constantly,
With my life running short, and my mind running out of control,
I face more than I can bare, everyday is like a comedy of the type of honesty in our present quality of life,
To fear death, has never been so common in our unknown foretold,
Our hands have been branded with the inevitable circumstance of this life, so we live,
Our minds have been mesmerized to think this is the life we behold,
To listen to the lies through time, has taken a toll on my vision, and is slowly blinding me,
But time you can not see, its just constant, and you will soon not see me, as time will soon tell you when to stop.
Make your time on earth worth living to you, as it is your time that is running up.