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Jan 2014
I want it to be summertime
i yearn for the carefree says before
the stress panic and fists around my essential organs clench once more.
but that's the trick with life.
Time.
Time is a shallow swamp you must wade through.
It takes as long as it wants and we are all
pawns in its game.
all we can do is spend it wisely.
or drink yourself into a fuzzy grave.
Written by
katie  Scotland
(Scotland)   
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