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I hate this clock,
it never ticks at the right pace.
I wish I could fix it,
but the hand stays in the same place.
This minute feels so long,
like it will never pass by.
I'm getting a little bit confused,
isn't time suposed to fly?
I guess the clock isn't the problem,
and neither is the time.
But just what's going on,
I have yet to find.
Maybe the issue is me,
though, that isn't really possible.
But then again,
I am the one thinking that everything's impossible.
- by lovealwaysadri |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/15/2011 |
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- Title: The real problem is?
- Artist: lovealwaysadri
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- Date: 10/15/2011
- Tags: real problem
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