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Nov 2017
An abundance of time they claim,
thoughtless motives,
spontaneous actions.
The abundance fogs the assurance.

An unfathomable, uncertain amount of time,
yet sometimes all wasted, as time is thrown away when distanced from the only purposeful things in life.

We all want just one more day.

Maybe tomorrow
somberbitch
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somberbitch  25/F/Michigan
(25/F/Michigan)   
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