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I AM SAND
Sand is falling, down in the hourglass. I begin thinking as if the sand was me. Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock. I wait as the gtime will pass. Sand in an hourglass, still will stay, sand moving, as in the sea. Built up so easily, the sand can be, just as easy, or much more it can be taken down. With a tremble of the lip, I realize the key, Alongside the tremble, comes the frown. I am the sand, I can react like the grains. I could pick up a grain then drop it to the ground, Like done to me many times, on my heart leaving stains. Dropped, now hurt without a single sound. Sand am I, away from the future I cannot stray, I'll be built up then taken away.
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