Category : Poems

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I hear the ticking of the clock fixed on the wall,
  Other seconds go by... one by one. 
I hear the footsteps of my own death, 
 I have not lived all that I had planned in my mind. 

 What should I do with my heart, 
  If I have no one to love?  
When I need a kind word, 
 None of the people I know are around.  

My life was lived by my own choices, 
  The scars deepen my wounds
  And leave my bones aching.