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The wheel of time spins, spins
to the beat of our heart or to the rays of the sun. How in reality it spins is a question that
may never be answered. Like a Ferris
wheel that breaks down by surprise you don’t know when the wheels in your life
are going to break down and stop turning.
I myself wonder these questions when I lay in my bed at night, crying
over a guy who decided he didn’t love me and he didn’t want to care about me
like he promised, splitting all my hopes and dreams into irreversible pieces. I still yearn to go down into a cliff and live
there for the rest of my life, away from the outside world, hidden from
letdowns and excluded from chances of mistrust.



Stop you beg of this wheel, it
spins and as it does it is taking your life away. The yarn can only hold so much memory so you
lose the moments you try to grasp onto the dearest in your heart and in your
dear thoughts. Please take me beg, you
beg of the past, but the past is a cruel power and gives no exceptions to
life. Won’t bring back a far off friend,
in heave up above, won’t return the times you spend with the one you know you
love, it goes unsaid everything in my head.
I want to show up in a time machine and forget any doubt in my head.


FIX MY MISTAKES, because they
haunt me with each turn that I take, please remember what I held so tightly
between my fingers, now all my strength is misted, surpassed, and
vanished. I am not invincible, but to
returning to the past I am invisible, love is standing on its knees, looking in
the future for just me. Hang on, the bar
below the bridge won’t fall, the wheel of time goes on, let this be a reminder
to you, be careful with what you have, because any second it could become what
you had!!!