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Count Down
Like an hour glass, I watch people around me grow and grow.
The sand is running down. Day by day, year by year.
I was raised without the possibility of death.
I'm orphaned from the life so beautiful, the scenery so new and unexplored.
I see in the mirror of what was so young, alive and innocent.
I feel as though I'm to be forgotten like a daily routine.
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matthew adams
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