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Jul 2014
We all have an uncontrolled amount
To be able to make everything okay
Making every single moment count
To that last breath on your last day
For some of us it is in the unknown
Time is and will never be unlimited
At times you'll feel afraid and alone
You can't fear your fears or be timid
You near the end with every moment
Not wasting a moment on nonsense
You can't wonder where it all went
Because it will leave you more tense
We all have a endless ticking clock
It shall never stop or slightly bend
It will continue to move and to rock
Until your heart had reached the end
Brett W
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