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barbu
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The life I am proud of

It is my time to say goodbye but please don't cry.

Ahh come on who I'm joking with, I will come back and be a ghost for a while to scare the hell out of my friends. Just kidding, I be gone, its fine as I have never fear of Death. I am thankful for the life I had, all the craziness, stupid moments, when I broke a bone or I missed a train, when I jumped on an airplane and fly away. I lived, laughed, cried, haha but not anymore. Death is my friend, he been waiting for me.

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Pen to the Paper 23
Just write the first thing that comes to mind. Don't plan. No restrictions, just be you. Write as many drafts as you need!
barbu
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Lost in time

I hear ticking, the big standing clock in the hallway making an insane noise, I can not cope with it. It is loud, i can hear it everywhere in the house.

Tick-tack, tick-tack.

Ok, maybe I will just get up from the desk, starch my back and walk around a bit in the house.

I turned on the radio, but doesnt matter what music is on, i can still hear the clock.

TICK-TACK... TICK... TACK...

Ohh God help me. I can't focus like this.

Dear reader, please tell the truth, how annoying is a big, antique, standing clock's ticking? It is obvious, Time standing there next to the clock, Death just on the other side and they counting my time back.

Every second, when the clock makes a noise, i want to jump up from my desk, run out to the shed and get the axe.

It would be such a joy, to destroy this clock and see Time's devastated face and Death anger. I am hopeless, just sitting here, every day, day by day and I never had the gut to get rid of this clock, as it used to belong to my great grandfather.

I was always scared of him, even now after his death, he has a power on me.

Fine, I have one solution left, the clock will stay here and I will move out.

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barbu
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I wish

I wish to see the sunrise,

Least o more time in my life.

To feel the heat on my face,

Which warm up my heart.

I wish I could feel alive,

To feel the storm on my skin.

Run outside, open my arms

And dance in the rain.

I wish I could tell how I feel,

That someone look at Me,

Not put any blame on Me

And see what is inside Me.

I wish you would be here

And not miles away.

To open your heart,

And live for the day!

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