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time flies
i sat reading a book
pondering on what i could ever possibly do
to make myself feel better
i glance at the clock
it is 2pm on a sullen sunday
i am filled with resentment
resentment towards myself,
towards them
they speak in a low tone
almost as if i cannot hear it,
as if i have to tune in to hear the muttering.
i take a glance into the mirror across from me
i do not recognize this face staring back at me
a bitter taste fills my mouth
what an odd face!
its not mine,
it doesnt feel right on this body.
so whose is it?
I look back at the clock,
it is now 8pm on this dreadful sunday.
where'd the time go?
i try to recall the time
nothing i can recollect in my mind,
i glance around the room.
the furnitures moved
and there happens to be notes left around,
it wasnt me leaving those notes,
they are in a different handwriting.
time flies.
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kayden bj
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