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Feb 2018
Tick Tock
The clock inside me,
runs me ever so tightly
I hear the wheels in my mind
tossing and turning
I want these empty feelings to stop
but I know fate is inevitable

Tick Tock
The days of my life,
are set in a timer
The living air I breath
are soon to cease
The thoughts I feel
will soon lose meaning
A poem that I’ve written years ago, hopefully it is still well today (:
John D
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John D  17/M/NYC
(17/M/NYC)   
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