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Aug 2015
My life is on the clock,
It seems I'm cold and lost.
My life is on the clock.
Ticking my way to empty thought.
My life is on the clock
Inching, to fully dark.
So what the **** do I want?
I want you, to touch my heart.
EphemeralLikeGold
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EphemeralLikeGold  23/M
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   --- and Veronika
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