The Scars Of The Time Read Count : 30

Category : Poems

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The watch on my hand never stops,
 My old memories are the new ones.
   I don't want to remember anything
  From what I've already lived... 

 When I have beautiful dreams, 
 Life wakes me up from it.  

The watch on my hand 
Weighs my whole life,
  The wrinkles on my face
  Are the scars of the time.

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  • Jan 27, 2025

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