Lately I've felt,
like a broken clock,
a young soul,
that yet ceases to tock.
The thing about clocks,
you know when they stop ticking,
and with people,
you often cant tell when they stop feeling.
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 7:23 PM UTC
Lately I've felt,
like a broken clock,
a young soul,
that yet ceases to tock.
The thing about clocks,
you know when they stop ticking,
and with people,
you often cant tell when they stop feeling.
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