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Months are swallowing minutes and hours Silently ripping this now into tiny little scattered pieces of unfitting purpose I am still searching for the lost time While everyone else seems to find their place to shine Meanwhile, I am stuck in an unfinished day
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Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 7:48 AM UTC
Months
Months are swallowing minutes and hours Silently ripping this now into tiny little scattered pieces of unfitting purpose I am still searching for the lost time While everyone else seems to find their place to shine Meanwhile, I am stuck in an unfinished day
All I talk about is time, you'd think I'd know what I was doing with it by now
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Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 7:48 AM UTC
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