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Time
It doesn’t matter to you.
The clocks running out of time.
I just keep running on a line.
Is it time to jump of the edge?
I need to stop thinking so much.
But when do I let go of your clutch?
Or do I just keep standing on the ledge.
But when does it end?
It just keeps ticking!
I guess you can’t see that I care deeply.
The clocks running out of time.
I just keep running on a line.
Is it time to jump of the edge?
I need to stop thinking so much.
But when do I let go of your clutch?
Or do I just keep standing on the ledge.
But when does it end?
It just keeps ticking!
I guess you can’t see that I care deeply.
Published 28th Nov 2011
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28th Nov 2011 2:12am
You don't read it like a normal poem... You could read it both ways but.. that's not how I meant it to be. First line matches with the last line, second line matches with the second to last line. get it?
5th Dec 2011 8:32am
