Counting the weeks.Counting the days.
Counting the hours.
Counting the minutes.
There is a weigh on my shoulders.
From the grains of sand,
as they shower me.
I see the sun rise only to see the moon takeover.
I don't think about it.
But I can't avoid it.
You're outside,
While I'm inside.
Inside this hourglass
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