a dropp of a sound,
the ocean, and waves.
I remember the days..
when I couldnt sleep,
Without knowin..
I sleep every now and then..
barely catching my breath..
I run, eat, sleep, go out..
Its my daily routine..
but something seems off,
missing..
quite much so..
its beating so slow..
I wonder why?
far, and gone,
the tempo..
slower then the clock,
I wonder why?
I stop, I think..
Something pops in my mind..
drop..
I've found it..
I've losted it..
I'm simply.. losing it....
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