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Time...
By Anaelle
The minutes dwindle by
Slower than the hours
And I'm left to wonder why
Am I even on your mind?
The days grow torture some
My brain dives into a fog
"What? Sorry, did you say something?"
Words fade into a blur
My ears become an ocean
Nothing but a whirl
That only you ease to a calm
But the seconds skid slower
The clock is ticking backwards
Relative to my impatience
People pass me by unnoticed
Once, Twice, Thrice
Is time now repeating itself?
Has life become a loophole?
Grinding against my sanity
As sandpaper would grind skin
Clawing my way out of the mess
I just can't seem to reach you...
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Published on Friday, May 25, 2001.
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On Tuesday, March 25, 2003, Jonas
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wrote:
the downward spiral as it were... the pit in your stomach gets deeper, deeper, deeper and you don't know what it is you swallowed to make this pit grow
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On Monday, May 23, 2005, Jonas
(720) wrote:
reading again a year later, quite by accident i am struck differently... the all consuming presence of absence of another, well described and poignant
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On Monday, May 23, 2005, Jonas
(720) wrote:
whoa, make that 2 years. shit.
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