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May 2018
The fear strikes before,
time wasting wildly in hope of running the clock to death,
this never works,
I arrive and its time to begin,
the blade softly slices skin,
another mans hand holding hell,
warns me that i must sit still,
slice, slice, slice
the byroduct of my own existence falls,
one of many indiciators of times Passive Passage,
hits the floor
Written by
AW Gray  21/M/Scotland
(21/M/Scotland)   
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