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Oct 2018
Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
in my head before I can collect my thoughts
a timer, tick tock, tick tock
my life the hands on a clock
moving faster now

why do I care
I'm getting what I came for
I don't get to decide when, I never did
song stuck in my head, it's hopeful, I'm hopeful, just realizing time is short :)
Cheryl
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Cheryl  F/Ohio
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