Time, escapes me,
Like everything else I hold on to.
These desperate words fall onto... deaf ears.
Screaming for forgiveness
Hoping this time, the blow will be easier.
Hours spent filling time.
Days without sleep.
Weeks wondering when it will become the new dawn.
Having, these eyes, wide open, slaps me in the face.
Over, and over.
Running off into the sunset, never sounded so right.
The only problem, is, these legs...
Can't, take us there.
Can't take us there!
Advice has been given,
Nothing repairs.
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