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iT sTarTs...

wiTh...

0nE...

don’T know why...

iT doesn’T even maTTer...

how hard Thou tried...

keep thaT in mind...

designed this life...

to0 explain in due timE...

all...

0nE knows...

tImE...

is a valuable Thing...

waTch...

iT soar by...

as da pendulum swings...

till da counT down...

ta da end of da day...

da clock Ticks life away...

iT’s so un...

real...

look ouT below...

gaze aT TimE go righT...

ouT da window...

trying to0 hold on...

buT didn’T even know...

wasTed iT all jusT To waTch...

iT go...

kepT everyThing inside...

and even though 0nE Tried...

iT all fell aparT...

whaT iT mEanT To mE...

evenTually a mEmory...

of an epoch when...

i puT my TrusT...

in visTa...

pushed...

as far as i could go...

and for all this...

there’s only 0nE...

thing you should know...

in spiTe...

of da way we mocked mE...

acTing like 0nE was parT of your properTy...

remEmbering...

all da timEs you foughT wiTh mE...

amazed…

iT goT so far...

now…

things aren’T da way...

they were before...

you would find it hard…

to even recognize mE anymore...

noT thaT you knew mE…

buT...

back then...

i...

had ta fall...

lose iT all...

tried so hard...

and goT so far...

iT all comEs back to0 mE...

in da end...

when iT doesn’T even maTTer...

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