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Mar 2015
heavy standing bodies
glimpsing other worlds
that flash by so fast
that they're gone in an
instant. they call it the
future, but i'm still full
of apprehension, not
accepting what's to
come or what's already
been - but that's the past.
i don't know how to
word the thoughtfulness
surrounding it, but all
i can think about is the
fear of it. i'm tumbling,
stuck inside a whirling
mass of thoughts and
i don't know how to
feel about..
*growing up
izzi3
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izzi3  uk
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