Tic toc. Tic toc
It seems like . . . everything's in slow motion. I was standing at the sea of people bumping at my shoulders, some telling me to get the #$*$ out of their ways, some are too focused on their life to even spare me a glance.
Tic toc. Tic toc.
I envy them, for they look busy; there's something that keeps them going. While I am just here drifting, drifting, and drifting more. They are too caught up in their own world, their time so fast they have to chase it. But then there

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