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Apr 2014
Hours moved to minutes
Time froze again
Then seconds turned to hours
and you're feeling trapped again
right down to your bones, in constricting skin
you never know what you're gonna do
you barely manage to roll words off your tongue anymore
running out of time
you pick up your feet and
it's all over for you
it's ok
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   Harkaran
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