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Tick-tock, time flows, And winter, soon departing goes, Or has it gone, already flown? Tick-tock, time marches on. But I, I've lingered long, Like a statue, not so strong. All bones and skin and agony, Pouring into itself constantly. Sleep eludes my weary soul, But worse, I've forgotten my role, Lost the penance I swore to keep, Left alone with a cost too steep. My soul, not worried, but I'm concerned, For the price of redemption to be earned Is insurmountable, so high, The greatest suffering, nigh. Tick-tock, time moves on, Soon I'll be gone, long withdrawn, And none will notice, I've disappeared, For I, never belonged here.
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Mar 5, 2023
Mar 5, 2023 at 8:15 PM UTC
and so the story goes
Tick-tock, time flows, And winter, soon departing goes, Or has it gone, already flown? Tick-tock, time marches on. But I, I've lingered long, Like a statue, not so strong. All bones and skin and agony, Pouring into itself constantly. Sleep eludes my weary soul, But worse, I've forgotten my role, Lost the penance I swore to keep, Left alone with a cost too steep. My soul, not worried, but I'm concerned, For the price of redemption to be earned Is insurmountable, so high, The greatest suffering, nigh. Tick-tock, time moves on, Soon I'll be gone, long withdrawn, And none will notice, I've disappeared, For I, never belonged here.
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Mar 5, 2023
Mar 5, 2023 at 8:15 PM UTC
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