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May 2022
My heart doesn't beat,
It ticks,
like one of those old grandfather clocks
you see in movies
about to strike out.
Midnight turns to morning
and only time will tell
what plans fate has with us,
and whether she'll be cruel or kind
I'll never know till the very end,
but at least I know
that right now,
right here, in this moment with you,
I don't regret a single second.
Sarah Spencer
Written by
Sarah Spencer  19/F/Indiana
(19/F/Indiana)   
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   Wyatt and MS Anjaan
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