Wednesday, August 12

Cue



Turning ugly as days passed.
Time never stopped.
Lost hair, skin wrinkled and turns rotten brown as a tree trunk.
Am at the edge, edge of the world that never was beautiful for me.
As my clock stopped.
I fell just like crushed paper.

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