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Have you ever stared at a clock, just to watch time tick by, It seems as if you have lost a lot, but really it slowly dies. Each highschool memory, seems to fade away, taking a piece of you,
You don’t understand. You don’t try to. You don’t want to. You can’t. You won’t. Why should you? What am I? An experiment? Or shall I say a daughter?