It doesn't stop when I beg.
It loses me.
The clock speeds up faster when I just need a solid piece of steadiness.
And as I'm drowning in the waves of every emotion, I can't seem to find something sturdy to latch myself onto.
And time doesn't wait.
And I sit here and look around, and see the mess I've become.
And I want to blame something so terribly.
So I'll blame the seconds, that turn into minutes, that turn into hours, that turn into years, that have turned me into this.
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