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clock on the wall
as the hour and minute hand's spinning; one lays on one's bed in positions; you know the feeling; it's like all of this "time"-and what's there to do "fun" with it?
eating, and binging; as those what ifs stay pending; apart from the norm-there's no worth while decisions;
some sort of an end all be all; some sort of a meaningful friendship; something to give this thing meaning-to push a side all of the cringes....
Published 1st Apr 2022
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