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Jan 2018
I’m stuck in an hour glass,
Trying to break free.
Every grain of sand,
Representing every way you’ve hurt me.
They are piling up over me,
Suffocating me,
Killing me.
You tell me everything will be fine,
It’s just harmless sand.
But times almost up,
Before I die in the end.
Alycia
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Alycia
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