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Jan 7
The days feel like a fleeting eternity
Watching the sun carry us along
Like a stone caught in the flow of a river
Time slowly dissolving our bones

Sand slipping through the cracks of my fingers
I'm trying to hold on to something too small
A reason to keep going is fickle in this world
When just being alive isn't enough on its own.
LeV3e
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LeV3e  Missouri
(Missouri)   
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