The clock is broken
I believeIt was just
An illusion
A falsehood
Not real
Just blood coursing through
My veins
Tripping down
An endless staircase
Tears on this rough skin
I am
Who I am
None can change that
This is just
Growing up
Mentors of old
Have helped me through
Given me guidance
Shown me truth
I'll make it
Hopefully
Though I feel
The time was wasted
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