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Sep 11
Is what you love still there?
Is the old passion still alit?
Is everything still within arms reach?

Or?

Is it the days that pass by?
Days turning into months into a dystopian blur
Is conformity now your daily drug?
Of something you once had…

Tick…
Tick..
Tick.
Written by
Brandon
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