Countless

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Countless

Countless are the seconds that turned in to years.

Countless seconds of grief I have unraveled  in my youth years.

Why I did it? To bring success near.

It’s countless how patience i have become with myself and other’s now.

All those blinding seconds that turned into years. I went back to past that was suppose to be my years ahead.

So I can have even better countless years ahead. Instead of the past ringing between my ears. In the countless years I am looking forward to.

Now I rarely count because time and years have no shadow’s here.

 

 

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