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Jan 2020
I feel it you know
The depths of despair drawing down
The feeling that will only make me frown
The sound of the leaking dripping sink
Makes me think of dark black ink
That drains from the eyes
As time seemingly flies
Oh this sinking feeling
Do you know why
Why every moment I feel it, inside I cry
Do I know why
How should I as I watch time fly
Like a bird slowly flying away
As it goes I want it to stay
I want it to stay so I can end that bird I can't let it get away
Then maybe I won't feel it you know
The feeling that makes the ink drip from my face like so
Maybe then this horrid feeling will go
Panda May
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