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Wasting Minutes

Tic toc, tic toc
That stupid clock
Reminds me to live
Not just,
But forcefully give
My all, everyday without lack
Of hesitation
Without always looking back
Clock so easily forgotten
Aggravated at it and me
At the multiple self I've been
Only living in the same
Lame game
Time keeps on ticking
Urging.. Wake up!!
But it's just clicking
Why can't I burst this bubble
So suffocating
Needing to change and discover
Perhaps one day I'll get
What I need,
That clock shoved down my throat
Pulsing within
Hopefully I'll be somewhere remote
Not wasting a single minute.
Written by socialbutterfly
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