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Day one, I'm not going to jump the gun. Day two, It's only been a few. Day three, I'm starting to feel wary. Day four, Is that reality knocking at the door? Day five, Should I consider staying alive? Day six, I'm not seeing a simple fix. Day seven, What if this reaches eleven? Day eight, I'm beginning to feel hate. Day nine, I can't tell myself anything is fine. Day ten, There's no telling when. Day eleven, There's no turning to heaven. Day twelve, I start to shelve. Day thirteen, Affecting my normal routine. Day fourteen, This is obscene. Day fifteen, I don't feel clean. Day sixteen, All that I've foreseen. Day seventeen, Represents the age I am meant to mean.
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
Days Late
Day one, I'm not going to jump the gun. Day two, It's only been a few. Day three, I'm starting to feel wary. Day four, Is that reality knocking at the door? Day five, Should I consider staying alive? Day six, I'm not seeing a simple fix. Day seven, What if this reaches eleven? Day eight, I'm beginning to feel hate. Day nine, I can't tell myself anything is fine. Day ten, There's no telling when. Day eleven, There's no turning to heaven. Day twelve, I start to shelve. Day thirteen, Affecting my normal routine. Day fourteen, This is obscene. Day fifteen, I don't feel clean. Day sixteen, All that I've foreseen. Day seventeen, Represents the age I am meant to mean.
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
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