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Jan 2016
Exhausted,
The world i knew
Ripped shredded and torn
From a weak grip

Mind twists, screaming
Cannot figure a reason or rhyme
Why something so pure so fine
Can no longer be mine

Chaotic like a hurricane,
Speeding up time
No time
Fly time
Bye time
Cannot control time
Can only climb
And climb and climb

But there is no summit to be seen.
No ultimate waiting
All i know is to fight time
And climb

Torn
Alone
I am sick
And suffering finally,
There's a name for it
What do they call it
Oh yes
Separation Anxiety
dri witz
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dri witz
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   simone jewell and naΗ§Γ­
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