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Sep 2022
Tick tock
seconds for most
minutes for others

breath in
breath out
heart pounding

My face bruised
the blood drips from the cuts
my eyes slowly look up

Time freezes
the devil grows white
and my target grows weak

Hit me once
shame on you
but you don't get a second hit

one day you'll know my name
one day
ill throw you back in the dirt like you did me
Writing of the Unknown
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