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Sep 2018
12:00 am, tick tock 12:15 am, tick tock 12:30am
the clock never seems to stop
as I lay awake in my bed
every fear I’ve ever had comes flooding back
12:45am tick tock 1:00am
midnight seems to be over
but the midnight thoughts seem to linger around
almost as if they don’t want to be forgotten
Written by
confused soul
100
     ---, Fawn and Tess
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