We're killing each other, time and I.
It teases me,
crawls very slow...
Sometimes it stops. Just like that.
Suddenly it somersaults back to when it was full of you.
Then it ticks by normally... like nothing happened.
The worst is when it slips into the night, and then wears a new day, and things are unchanged.
We're killing each other, time and I.
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