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Rushing, pushing, running, sweating checking, always checking scheduling dates squeezing in appointments she is always busy always busy... yet she always has time for others. For everyone but me Dashing, thrashing, watching, waiting she is drumming, her nails are always drumming she runs as the world flies by and grumbles to herself she doesn't have this or that or that or this or him or her or who or what or or or time she doesn't have time not for me just for them Sleeping, crying, helping, whining she is complaining, she is always complaining she never has what she needs she needs to relax she needs to work she needs clean she needs... I need... time she doesn't have time: for me "Come back later! Not right now! Can't you see I'm busy?" She is always tired, somehow. "I'll make time for you, I promise, I swear!" The fact of the matter is: she doesn't care. I have time I'm young I'm free I have time and I want to spend it with her but she doesn't have time it's ticking away like a clock the pendulum swings then the alarm rings and then and ONLY then does she REALLY not have time
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Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 10:39 AM UTC
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Rushing, pushing, running, sweating checking, always checking scheduling dates squeezing in appointments she is always busy always busy... yet she always has time for others. For everyone but me Dashing, thrashing, watching, waiting she is drumming, her nails are always drumming she runs as the world flies by and grumbles to herself she doesn't have this or that or that or this or him or her or who or what or or or time she doesn't have time not for me just for them Sleeping, crying, helping, whining she is complaining, she is always complaining she never has what she needs she needs to relax she needs to work she needs clean she needs... I need... time she doesn't have time: for me "Come back later! Not right now! Can't you see I'm busy?" She is always tired, somehow. "I'll make time for you, I promise, I swear!" The fact of the matter is: she doesn't care. I have time I'm young I'm free I have time and I want to spend it with her but she doesn't have time it's ticking away like a clock the pendulum swings then the alarm rings and then and ONLY then does she REALLY not have time
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Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 10:39 AM UTC
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