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Feb 2015
Tick tick tick goes the clock

Marking the passing of time

As I walk into a future full of unanswered questions

Every second another ‘me’ slips

In to a past full of forgotten moments

I die a million times, a trillion times, dying and dying

Always dying, Always forgetting who I was

Unsure of who I am and afraid of who I will become

Each second I breathe, each time my heart beats

A chance to live and a chance to die

Tick tick tick goes the clock

Marking the passing of time

Who is this person

Looking out with my eyes

Who were they, who are they and who will they be

For every moment I die

For every moment is now

For every moment that will be

For the past, for the present and for the future I see

When all seems lost, another dies and another is born

Tick tick tick goes the clock

Marking the passing of time

For all the me's that once lived

One at a time, in each second that's passed

Time does not slow, it marches on

Because time knows no bounds

Ever determined to bring me to the end

An end I fear, but know not its hour

But when I reach that moment, who will I be

Will I even know who'll be looking out from those cold lifeless eyes

Tick tick tick goes the clock

Marking the passing of time

A billion me's, a billion you's

To the end of time, To the end of space

When I look into my past, I mourn all my deaths

Some to be proud, some to regret and some to mourn

I hope, I breathe, I think and I cry

To the me's long lost, I'm sorry, so so sorry

To the me I am now, good luck and god speed

To the me that will be, allons-y, onward we go

Tick tick tick goes the clock

Marking the passing of me
Rebecca Lynn
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Rebecca Lynn  Kentucky
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