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hour glass

watching the last grands of sand fall, nearly empty trembling with shiny eyes soaked with remorse as the days which counted down to this moment are gone oh how precious time is even as we let go of all control our bodies shake unruly with fear of the terrifying unknown forced to face it alone.
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simone-jewell
27 / F
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May 5, 2016
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