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May 2018
There was no other way for me but to  s t o p.
The clock wasn’t agreeing
Its hands kept on turning
Another second, another minute
I still couldn’t get myself to light up the place with my fire
I wasn’t going to oppose how it gyred
But it was getting louder
tik tok, tik tok, my sanity was on the line
I can feel the decline
The walls were closing in
And my chest was getting tighter
All the colors diffused with each other
I released a scream but my head was filled with void
5/27/18
cherry blossom
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cherry blossom  19/Philippines
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