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Feb 2014
Tired.
That's all I can think of
to describe the hourglass I've trapped myself in
the same old routine
every flip
ends up the same
and I'm in the bottom of the pit

The sand piles up
and I try to desperately
try not to be buried under it

Isn't it so much easier
to just let it envelop me
to embrace my lungs
and to stop me from staying alive
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why nope
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   --- and Theia Gwen
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