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Data Nov 2020
Time moves forward with each ticking of the clock but I’m locked in place by this chain of thorns warped around my heart. They dig deeper with each beating of my heart. Slowly they tear more and more as time try’s to move me forward. Each link of the chain forged by happiness now each link tainted with thorns of pain.

— The End —