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Jan 2018
Drip, drip, drip
The water droplets go
I count each one
1, 2, 3
They all keep falling
Then they stop
And I am left with nothing to count

***, ***, ***
The drums all go
I feel each beat
1, 2, 3
They all keep drumming
Then the vibrations stop
And I am left with nothing to hear

War, hatred, crime
The Earth goes
I hear every cry
"Why, why, why"
Everything crumbles to dust
As the world stops
And I am left with nothing at all
Written by
Alex  19/Trans Male/The Butterfly Nebula
(19/Trans Male/The Butterfly Nebula)   
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