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This poem is called Passing time

For good days I have to go back years ago.
Calling me beautiful now means nothing.
Passing the time I canít feel love no more.
Passing time.
I gave too much of myself.
Iím filled with a broken spirit.
Slowly you are the definition of misery.
Iím doing everything but still end up with a frown.
Not wanting to be the bad guy, I still let you
hold onto the cord.
Sadly you canít even read my lonely eyes.
Passing time, now my only experience is your cold shoulder.
Stabbing me with your savage words.
I donít know what is the reason to remain strong.
A million things go unsaid.
Passing time seeing two faces.
Passing time in the Struggle of my emotions.
Soon enough I know Iíll be brave enough to let you pass the time without me.
Passing Time.
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