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Apr 2021
The clock flows slow,
My heart stops beating,
This new low.
Shhhh, you’re interrupting the weeping.
Your time is fleeting,
Your mind is screaming,
You won’t, you can’t!
Don’t look. Don’t feel.
Whatever you do stop the heal.
Don’t kneel, fight. Fight, Fight.
Lol this was written because I was bored at chemistry.
Richard Graydon
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Richard Graydon
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