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Nov 2017
my focus is now drawn to only a ticking clock,
i count the seconds down to the last,
a feeling of weary washes over me,
hearing only but the wind from the bathroom window and feeling
the breeze that follows
senses i once had, now, almost non-existant,
numb.
numb to everything and nothing.
the sounds fade, the pain fades and the light fades.
Written by
Lauren Northern  F
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