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862 · Jul 2015
The First
Jillian Ross Jul 2015
I spent time waiting
No one seems to see me grow
You are not prepared
347 · Sep 2015
Existence of Atrophy
Jillian Ross Sep 2015
Alone I lay here
Wondering where they all went
I feel loneliness

In bed I grow fat
At work I am complacent
At abode nothing

Day goes in day goes
Seasons blur together now
Winter is summer

— The End —