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Dec 2018
The end is coming near,
Just as I fear.

Time never slows down,
The thought of that makes me want to drown.

How shall I part from my loved ones,
If only the future was something I could outrun.

The unknown brings worries upon worries,
Like a winter storm commencing the flurries.
Written by
Kennedy Roth  20/F/Charlotte
(20/F/Charlotte)   
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