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Mar 2019
Laying down
Looking up
Figuring out
What is what

Time moves slow
But everything zips
Right past me
Wish i was somewhere

More relaxing
But relax i can not
I must buy more stuff
N start out souring again

And when i crash
I smack the ground
But with me gone
The world goes around.
Dominic Miles Crowl
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Dominic Miles Crowl  17/M/Pennsylvania
(17/M/Pennsylvania)   
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