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May 2016
watching the last grands of sand fall, nearly empty
trembling with shiny eyes soaked with remorse
as the days which counted down to this moment are gone
oh how precious time is even as we let go of all control
our bodies shake unruly with fear of the terrifying unknown
forced to face it alone.
simone jewell
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simone jewell  27/F
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