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Sep 22
Don't worry,
you are breathing still

You can still feel

The second hand slides
as the hours fly by


You can still taste
that last piece of cake
you stole from the wrong man

And you cannot give it back

It's too late

You found your fate

All you can do
is wait for the end
Written by
Renae  F
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