About seven hours
No sound
No voice
Time to think
Time to fear
Time to hope
Time to wonder
Time to remember
My Time
Time to wake up
only to fall back to sleep
Time to realize
Time to think about what
should be done
Nothing done in all that time
Time's up
Time wasted
I need a cigarette.
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