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Oct 24
This year has been the last,
failing falling fierce battle axe
hovering above my neck.
Panic keeping me in check
as anxiety for the end of society
builds up like a wall of water
which rushes in
ready to crush me and my friends
and drown us all in the end.
Written by
Graff1980  40/M/Litchfield Illinois
(40/M/Litchfield Illinois)   
     Elizabethanne and Chicken
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