Poem -

How much time

-Z.E.B.

Ā People tend to judge real quick,Ā 

they tend to choose,I continue to lose, they continue to pickĀ 

and it makes me sick it makes me sick it makes me sickĀ 

they continue to pick,I continue Ā to get sick, time continues to tick...

and I wonder how much time I really have left? Ā 
The more I think, the more it becomes clear
time is an enemy that’s both loved and feared

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