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Feb 2019
The clock is
ticking so fast.
It won’t be easy
letting it all go.

I dread the day when
so much has passed.
That I forget the ones
who helped me grow.

I would like to say
we’ll keep in touch.
And I would like to
think it will all work out.

But life won’t like
that too much.
This I know
without a doubt.
Stone. Cold. Truth.
Written by
Noah Clark  19/M/PA
(19/M/PA)   
185
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