Deteriating

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Time is moving fast but my body is losing it's mass.

Day by day the Earth moves on it everlasting tracks.

Minute after minute, another fiber belonging to my

being, becomes the past. Am I going crazy or does

it feel like we're spinning until we all crash ? Ashes

to dust, nothing is able to heal the pain ,not any flask

nor laugh. As lightning flashes onto the night sky, this'll

all seem like a dream, we can't believe has passed. The only way

to survive this nightmare, is to keep a straight face under

our only mask.

 

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