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Sep 2020
As the sun faintly dims from the sky,
the thoughts arise.

Laying there, wondering.

Is this all there is?

“It most certainly is,”
the echo chants

“Don’t let your time elapse you.”

But remember in the dark of night,
For when it’s through.

And come morning light,
That echo’s staring right back at you.
Written by
Cheyenne Sampson  23/F/Ontario
(23/F/Ontario)   
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