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Sep 2012
My mind worries, as my hands shake
I am a hamster in this wheel, running this race
The pace is quickening as my feet tap and tip
The cage is broken
As I become freed from this ****
The world is hollow
Cold and unforgiving
Outside of my cell
The ******* keep on living
Their teeth never clench
Their palms never shake
They just keep on walking
But never quicken their pace
My race quickens
As my blood pumps
My veins replace the oxygen
As the arteries gather the chunks
Adellebee
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Adellebee  28/F/Victoria
(28/F/Victoria)   
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