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Feb 2015
We sit there and we wonder
What the hell are we doing
What is the point to this life
Why am I still moving
Time doesn't stop
It goes it's own pace
It punishes us
In so many different ways
It slows when we need it to quicken
It quickens when we need it to slow
The time is always ticking
Watching our silly little show
We're stuck here
Whatever here is
I'm stuck here
This deep dark abyss
Marie L
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