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Mar 17
I understand you,
you're like me,
waiting for something
good to happen for once,
hearing the clock tick away,
eating every minute of your life
and all you can think to yourself is,
"Why the hell am I still sitting here
waiting for the clock to keep ticking,
talking about how tired we are of being here?
**** this!"

You and I are one and the same,
we've got no more time to waste
in following orders;
isn't it about time we set ourselves free?
I'm in a weird place, but I see it in others now
That feeling of wanting something else
Written by
CautiousRain  22/F/USA
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