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Losing You

The phone rings again.
I peer at the clock



10:23pm

I answer it, of course it's you.
I already know what to do.

I'm on my way upstairs
Knocking on my mother's door.
"Mom...It's grandma again..."
Again...



Every night...

I'm worried...



Scared.

Afraid...

The clock is ticking (tick-tock)


Time is dwindling (tick-tock)

There is nothing I can do. (tick-tock)


Time is taking over. (tick-tock)

I'm losing you.

Slowly.

Painfully.










I'm losing you.





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