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The End

by renae

Don't worry, you are breathing still You can still feel The second hand slides as the hours fly by           ........... You can still taste that last piece of cake you stole from the wrong man You cannot give it back, it's too late You found your fate Know it's the end & Wait.
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renae
F / American
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Written by
renae
F / American
Published
Sep 22, 2020
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