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May 2013
tick tock*

(tick tock)*


at theirs
today

won't go
away

must stay and
play

but clock is
ticking

my thoughts
are
kicking

oh god
they're late

but still i must
wait




butiwassupposedtopracticeat9:30andwhatisitnow?1:20.­howmuchisthiswholethingreallyworth??
The Forest
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The Forest  21/F/Sydney, AU
(21/F/Sydney, AU)   
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