My life is full of quiet moments.
Moments where I can feel my heart beating, and an upstairs clock ticking.
My life is full of small moments.
The passing glances from strangers, or waiting for the street light to change.
My life is full of tiny things,
faded faces, and torn pages.
My life is full of empty things.
old receipts, empty juice cartons
thats my life.
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