Night of 17th of November

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I stood there,

Straightening my hair,

For the longest time.

I thought about her.

I thought about him and thought about how long they'll be mine.

Because;

Time never slows down...

I wish it did.

Tick - You're gone.

And

Tock - You've lived.

"Wait for me!" I want to say.

But, time won't listen to me anyway.

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