Clock Of Time
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Wishing with every ounce of strength to be young and strong and healthy once again.
Seeing yourself lonely, helpless and dependent on others - it is too hard to bear the truth.
What can be done?
Nothing.
The clock of time - of youth - has long since gone, leaving just the
slow ticking behind.
No more motion, no more action, just a flaccid body clinging to life in a bed.
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