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Time Passes

I find my grip on life weakening.

It doesn’t feel that long ago when everything was on the up. A great job, lots of friends and then, at the peak of my good fortune, I met you and felt completely fulfilled.

I wonder now how I allowed you to manipulate me as you did and leave me feeling as I do?

When you left, my world turned upside down and life, as I knew it, became a futile journey.

So, I sit here watching the minute hand of existence turn, knowing it won’t be long before I slowly slip away.

Mike Jackson

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