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tock tock tock, the minute hand has been moving faster than before tock tock tock, we only have twenty four hours to seize we walk faster than the silver-haired masses we maneuver through the crowd with heavy bags in our hands ear pieces stuck in our ears while our eyes glued onto our phone screens how fascinating on the other side, they stroll cautiously along the road side jerking at every beep and horn which the monstrous vehicles sound oh look one down let's wait two minutes and another will be down our apathy is disgusting our fixation with the present and future are revolting what has happened to pure and genuine relationships what has happened to the human qualities which we innately own nothing nothing is shown because we do not care about the lost, the forgotten and the aged.
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Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 12:46 AM UTC
the lost, the forgotten, the aged
tock tock tock, the minute hand has been moving faster than before tock tock tock, we only have twenty four hours to seize we walk faster than the silver-haired masses we maneuver through the crowd with heavy bags in our hands ear pieces stuck in our ears while our eyes glued onto our phone screens how fascinating on the other side, they stroll cautiously along the road side jerking at every beep and horn which the monstrous vehicles sound oh look one down let's wait two minutes and another will be down our apathy is disgusting our fixation with the present and future are revolting what has happened to pure and genuine relationships what has happened to the human qualities which we innately own nothing nothing is shown because we do not care about the lost, the forgotten and the aged.
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Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 12:46 AM UTC
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