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The time ticks by like a leaky fosit. A slow leaky fosit. Drip. Drip. Drip. My mind shys away from The thoughts of you. That Every drip drop Echoes another second closer to Losing you.
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Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 10:26 AM UTC
Waiting
The time ticks by like a leaky fosit. A slow leaky fosit. Drip. Drip. Drip. My mind shys away from The thoughts of you. That Every drip drop Echoes another second closer to Losing you.
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Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 10:26 AM UTC
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