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Nov 2017
Since we were younger our days stretched hours on end
We learned that a long day, added to a long week, a long month, a long year, and farther
But we get stuck in a reality that goes through the motions
We become numb
Unable to keep up
Stressing perfection
Caught up in our own lives
Our own bubbles
We cycle over and over and over, till there's nothing left
Not once to realize the time tick by
Not once seeing our hair turn grey
Not once glancing around us
Until... It's time to say our goodbyes
We feel... unfinished
There's so much more to do
Why was there such a long wait...
For nothing
Why is life being cut short?
We try to defy this reality
In the end...
Our bubbles pop
Just like the ones before us
And our mist...
Destined for some place unknown
Written by
Olivia Lake
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