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Counting the minutes while waiting for hours. On the days that turned into weeks then bloomed the flowers. Nesting the months till I hit the floor. Carefully listened till my senses were sore. Echoing the phrases while I paced each phase. Not missing my resources when I get lost in the maze. Then glory comes over and gives the spoils. Remembering to be carefull and fateful or it will be foiled. In a few years or later when I get to climb the stairs, I'll finally get to see why everbody cared. 'Xcuse me now, I've got to go, my day is done so see you again tomorrow.
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC
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Counting the minutes while waiting for hours. On the days that turned into weeks then bloomed the flowers. Nesting the months till I hit the floor. Carefully listened till my senses were sore. Echoing the phrases while I paced each phase. Not missing my resources when I get lost in the maze. Then glory comes over and gives the spoils. Remembering to be carefull and fateful or it will be foiled. In a few years or later when I get to climb the stairs, I'll finally get to see why everbody cared. 'Xcuse me now, I've got to go, my day is done so see you again tomorrow.
sherovin
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC
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