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Jan 2018
I keep thinking
The **** tightens
Past, present and future
And the **** tightens

How did I get here?
How do I get out of here?
What do I do from here?
How do I move on from here?

The smell of cigarettes I didn’t smoke
Unwashed dishes I didn’t use
Pills i don’t have to take
But I might anyway

**** no more
Written by
Dennis  26/M/Denmark
(26/M/Denmark)   
75
   Lior Gavra and Carlie Sims
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