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LIFE CLOCK

SECONDS MOVE TO MINUTES SIXTY IS AN HOUR GOOD FEELINGS THAT I HAD ARE NOW TURNING SOUR. LIFE IS MOVING FAST I KEEP LOSING TRACK I NO LONGER SEE IN FRONT OF ME AND I DARE NOT LOOK BACK. MEMORIES ARE SLOWLY FADING TO THE RECESSES OF MY MIND LONGING FOR THE HAPPY DAYS MY AGEING LEFT BEHIND LAUGHING CRYING LOVING THAT WAS LONG AGO FRIENDS ARE NOW STRANGERS OF PEOPLE THAT I USE TO KNOW WE CAN NOT STOP OUR LIFE CLOCK NO MATTER HOW MUCH WE TRY YOU SEE THE MINUTE WE ARE BORN WE BEGIN TO DIE.

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