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The clocks are ticking

In my ears

To reminde me

That..

I am only

Bit another human

Like all humans

Was born to vanish

Die

And back to dust.

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the clocks are ticking

in my ears

to reminde me

that time

may not wait

for me

to get stronger

but

the chance may come

for me ..to be

unlike all humans

a person who was born

to create

and innovate

something that could be

of good use

to add a few letters

to the books

and put light

into a deserted road

that may guide

to happiness

a lost human

like all other humans.

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