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Aug 2017
As we're caught,
Trapped,
And dragged along,
Unwilling,
In this sweeping tide.
As the hands wave by seconds,
Into Minutes,
Into hours.
As time drags us,
Heads bouncing against the concrete,
We seen to have given up.
With each second pass,
A heart stops.
With each ****** minute,
Another man has lost his sanity.
Another family,
Lost their son.
We are a strange race.
Creating constraints that bind us,
Almost as if we need that reminder.
That no matter what we do,
Where we go,
Who we defeat.
The ticking counts down
Until it is our turn
To be launched into the abyss
Off the second hand of
A
Ticking
Clock
Wordfreak
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Wordfreak  23/M/Denver, CO
(23/M/Denver, CO)   
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