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The same old faces
Doing the same old thing
Nothing much changes
There isn’t anything new to bring
The sands slip through
Fingers faster every day
Time do you lose
Before you realise it’s too late
Only yourself to blame
No one else
You can still be on a different train
Instead of your soul you sell
Or still do the same thing
Stay where you are
Filled with envy green
At a life you could’ve had, within your grasp
Posted in: Poetry
Posted on Dec 3, 2014
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