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Sep 25
When the day won’t move and the clocks aren’t tickinG,
    A lonely hour feels like an iNvitation
        Into endless Isolation.
           aTTacking
     Internal thoughts Into
   A vengeance against   Nobody.
Without a minute to spare yet nothinG to do.
Written by
Maria  18/F/Scotland
(18/F/Scotland)   
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