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reality
waking up at last from my slumber the clock takes my time away i run too catch up too time i had too fall to lose it all holding on too my narrow piece of reality will eventualy be a memory of when i lost it all
Published 8th May 2012
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Anonymous
21st May 2012 9:56pm
If you think about it. Each day gone by is a new memory. Some days I wish I couldn't remember. :)
22nd May 2012 5:05pm
