Poetry.
Your as priceless, priceless as time, and I know that any moment could be my, last act on this, this world here with you, why waste time, here’s what we should do.
Stop running away, from what it is we love, stop beating, around the bush, don’t push me away, simply due to fear, destroy, destroy, what bottled up in there.
Your hour glass seems to be broken, so you may use mine, but only in the instance, that you can tell time. We can not have you wasting such a precious thing, time is to short you better start using your brain.
We come across these feelings, feelings in our lives, we come across these feelings and I do not know why. You best hold on to everything, in which you hold dear, because in your final moments, you can use them to fight your fear, oh oh oh I, don’t know why, that it has, to be this way.
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