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Nov 2018
Theres a quiet "tick tock"
In the chiming of a clock
That seems to drain your life away

But since your already dying
Theres no use trying
And this is probably your last day

The floor is stained maroon
I didn't expect it so soon
But now you lay there is decay

Your death was all too sad
And really quite bad
But I think I'll pass on the dismay
idk
Joanne Russell
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Joanne Russell  15/Gender Fluid/Athens, TX
(15/Gender Fluid/Athens, TX)   
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