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Life
Sitting here thinking,
afraid of blinking.
If I let go
that will be me awol.
I never used to be like this,
consumed of bliss.
Yet time doesn't stop,
even if you hit a rock.
Surrounded by nothing but support,
yet constantly being brought down by thwart.
I lie in my bath: keeping my head underwater for that little bit too long,
in the hope my life would skip to its next song.
I haven't given up,
yet my bombs close to being erupt.
I don't know what to do
or where to turn to.
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