Wrote this in 6th period...it never seems to end...

Time ticks, slowly by.

I've counted the minutes-a hundred and nine.

They taunt me and laugh,

they make me cry.

No one knows the battles I have with time.

Time seems to stop in my life.

It never moves on and the world passes me by.

It plays It's childish games,

leaving destruction and pain.

But, I'm always left to take the blame.

How many things happen in a minute?

An hour?

A day?

Nothing ever stays the same....

The End

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