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Probably the worse piece I've ever written.
But my life is slipping away...


Submitted:Mar 24, 2012    Reads: 7    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


Tell me just what point is there in chasing ghosts?
Hapiness won't come from recycling failure
I'm shedding off the days faster than I can count
Hours slip away like mere seconds

There is nobody to turn to
When the lights go out
I can't even see my shadow
But I hear her voice
Inside my head
The only one I understand
But it isn't real

What have I done?
What is this I'm holding onto?
If anything, nothing
And the clock is ticking
As the hours pass
One more day
One less chance.





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