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the hand on the clock moves with my heart meticulous and non-stop running in circles but the workings of my mind cannot be measured by a single moment in time neither the end nor the start but i've made my mind up i've found my role the hand on the clock moves with my heart but not with my soul
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Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 12:36 AM UTC
not with my soul
the hand on the clock moves with my heart meticulous and non-stop running in circles but the workings of my mind cannot be measured by a single moment in time neither the end nor the start but i've made my mind up i've found my role the hand on the clock moves with my heart but not with my soul
i'd like to think that i live life to the beat of my own drum. today's free write.
rachel-keating
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Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 12:36 AM UTC
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