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Wasting Time
by
Matt Dotson
Keep on wasting time
Till there is no time left to waste
Falling back in line
Giving up on every chase
Longing for that something
But that something isn’t there
Ending up with nothing
And nothing doesn’t care
Free to walk alone
Free to face my fears
Now destined to roam
No hand to wipe my tears
I fall into a valley
Broken soul, I cry
Drowning in an endless sea
Made by my own eyes
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