Later Turns to Never
I sit alone in my room.
Everything seems so slow.
But the world keeps turning.
The world keeps turning.
Turning.
There is movement,
There is change.
Everything is getting heavier.
Everything is turning to lead.
Slower.
Heavier.
Slower.
I sit alone in my room.
Everything seems so slow.
But the world keeps turning.
The world keeps turning.
Turning.
There is movement,
There is change.
Everything is getting heavier.
Everything is turning to lead.
Slower.
Heavier.
Slower.
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