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Dec 2021
The only thing
I'm leaving behind,
is time.

Everything else
I've held onto
so dearly.

With a death grip
and cramping
hand muscles.

Blinded to
what's worth
reaching for,
for fear of
dropping
what I'm so
desperately
clutching.
Justin S Wampler
Written by
Justin S Wampler  30/M
(30/M)   
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