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Feb 2019
Reflecting.
I am afraid.
Time is creeping up my spine,
It’s wilting my youth,
Making me question all that was once mine.

Reflecting.
I am afraid.
Time is not on my side,
Days are short and i
Find myself sad in the
Middle of a good day,
Terrified for the nights end,
For, at the end of the day,
I am alone.
Shay
Written by
Shay  25/F/Tempe
(25/F/Tempe)   
99
   Juneau
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