I live my life staring at the clock.
I always think that I don’t have much
time to be the person whom I want to be.
I’ve become a man of time and anxiety.
I can’t relax when I know that each second
is the youngest that I’ll ever be as it fades into nothing.
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 9:38 PM UTC
I live my life staring at the clock.
I always think that I don’t have much
time to be the person whom I want to be.
I’ve become a man of time and anxiety.
I can’t relax when I know that each second
is the youngest that I’ll ever be as it fades into nothing.
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