I'm living in yesterday
playing with the past
trying to hang on to memories
just to make them last
Trying to time travel
back on a dime
relive that moment
just one more time
The clock won't stop
it keeps on going
it has no plans for stopping
no plans for slowing
The days continue
and refuse to stop
the hands keep ticking
on that dreaded clock
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- Your Best Three Pre-writes by piccola.
800 points, ended November 27, 2008, 140 entries
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I wish that we could hold on to memories but they are weblike. They tear and we have nothing left
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