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Dec 2021
i feel as though
i've lost my novelty
people smile a little less
look away a little more
hurt a little harder
the hands on the clock
move slower and slower
and what i am most afraid of
is that they will stop altogether
and leave me
as the only echo of a ticking beat
the only proof
they ever moved at all
`will you still want me when i'm nothing new?
internetgirl
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internetgirl  18/F/still at the restaurant
(18/F/still at the restaurant)   
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