Units of Measurement
Every day we're shedding skin
Every hour I shrugged off my shoulders a version of myself that danced away with the thoughts that wouldn't dare to linger
These days like this when i can't seem to get ahold of myself and everything around me feels so empty
That clock tick ticking away so loud sometimes it's the only sound I can hear at all
Its only time passing
I don't put my faith in such things, that it offers any relief yet it does somehow
an abstract idea.. a unit of measurement
It shouldn't be a burden nor a comfort
But here we are, here I am
Watching clocks, wasting time
Praying as it passes by
That Everything's going to be ok
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