if the world is spinning
why am i at a standstill?
everything passes by too fast
experiences slipping through my grasp
memories ripped away from me
by the cruelty of time
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PoetryA collection of poems about trauma, grief, addiction, childhood, and loss.
lost time
if the world is spinning
why am i at a standstill?
everything passes by too fast
experiences slipping through my grasp
memories ripped away from me
by the cruelty of time
