I have been riding the hand of the clock at the very second I met you.
I held as it tick and tock completing a minute, and I held more as it ran an hour.
I was grateful as it counted a day. I was screaming with joy as it reached more than months.
I was a fool for not knowing it was a timer set to end.
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 7:42 AM UTC
I have been riding the hand of the clock at the very second I met you.
I held as it tick and tock completing a minute, and I held more as it ran an hour.
I was grateful as it counted a day. I was screaming with joy as it reached more than months.
I was a fool for not knowing it was a timer set to end.
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