Time stops and yet does not
Things fall fall fall apart faster than I can grasp
And again I am left with nothing
Or so my fears tell me
Time slips by too fast
The sand has almost run out
Until I must find a new strange land
To call home for a day
I, a self-proclaimed exile
Driven away by the fear that I might get too attached
In this season of death and loss
And I’d rather
Be alone in a world of strangers
Than hurt you more
And so
Rather than let you
Get too close I
Exeunt
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 12:51 PM UTC
Time stops and yet does not
Things fall fall fall apart faster than I can grasp
And again I am left with nothing
Or so my fears tell me
Time slips by too fast
The sand has almost run out
Until I must find a new strange land
To call home for a day
I, a self-proclaimed exile
Driven away by the fear that I might get too attached
In this season of death and loss
And I’d rather
Be alone in a world of strangers
Than hurt you more
And so
Rather than let you
Get too close I
Exeunt
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