
Time turning into quicksand
Grasping with all my strength
My heart sinks, it aches
I call your name
Can you feel me near?
I am here
Your grip slips
Echos start to fade
Only memories remain
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Time turning into quicksand
Grasping with all my strength
My heart sinks, it aches
I call your name
Can you feel me near?
I am here
Your grip slips
Echos start to fade
Only memories remain
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