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Ever day, every hour, every minute, every second...
All counted a million more times..

All passed slowly as I stared at the clock on the wall, at the watch on my wrist...
Little by little the sand grains go down, the hourglass drains.. the hourglass fills...
As time ticks by, my heart stays behind, frozen, shocked and broken...

Little shards of glass in my hands..

The hourglass, or my heart?


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