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Lost Mind

The heavy feeling comes once again
From my heart it goes up to my head
Focus lost, mind disheveled
Sleep again or as good as dead

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Broken Clock


Here I am staring at a broken clock
Wondering, thinking, remembering how it stopped
It was once as alive as what we were before
Until someone took it apart and mend no more

The Daily Post: Clock

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In My Frail Body

Young am I, dreams have I
Day by day, through work will I
Fulfill each one step by step
Looking forward to my success

Obstacles I may find along the way
Criticisms I may receive all day
Mistakes I may commit as I obey
In my frail body, I’ll fight all the way

The Daily Post: Frail