Times like these

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Day after day ran by me,
And I couldn't grab hold of them.
Seconds,
Minutes,
Hours,
Days,
Years.
It's all so exhausting.

So maybe that's why I do it.
Because a few years ago,
You put all the silence and lonely days
In my head,
And it won't leave.

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