I used to tell

the tale to help me

get through the day.

I used to believe

my time was my own

until I found

I was losing a grip

on what it was

what did I

what did I own.

I walk alone now

growing old

holding onto memory

trying hard to

not be known.

I’d rather time just

be my own.

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