When I was AliveA Poem by C_theSurrealistsay the feelingsWhy I couldn't say the thing I need? Lips zipped, the heart chilled, I want to say the thing but I can't. The memories may fade, losing a chance, Tick tock on the clock, just tell it. Waiting for the turn of time yet none, Go ahead and just tell the thing... I'm terribly afraid. yet I'm also worried to leave, or you to pass away... Tick tock on the clock, don't be afraid. Confess the sweet serendipity, when thee is alive, before the numbers run out.
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