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Dec 2015
Where is the time that heals?
It's the only method of medicine for the sickness in my head.
Despite the clock ticks every second,
of everyday,
and I have been awake for every-
it's hard to sleep when your minds blue and buzzing.

Numbers never end,
nor does time.
How can I know, where this time will be?
When it will come?
There is no physical form.
I am waiting for the time to heal me, yet
all this time has done is break me
from the inside out.
Luna Moon
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Luna Moon
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