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My constant stress is wearing me down My skin is composed of the sands of time Slipping away Wearing through the wooden floorboards Buried with secrets and covered with lies
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Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
Slipping
My constant stress is wearing me down My skin is composed of the sands of time Slipping away Wearing through the wooden floorboards Buried with secrets and covered with lies
littlestar
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Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
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