Passing Time
With the passing of each second adds to another minute of being without your and that adds up to the hours we apart, the hours apart turn into days, month's and even years. Years that are lost to the past we never get back or go back to all the time wasted like trash throw in the garbage can, a love that evaporates tell nothing left remains but the emptiness we have now created that won't be uncreated no matter how hard we try.
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