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Escape


Sitting in my room at midnight thinking about all the

possible things that could of been.

where has all this time gone ?

I see the time fly I see it in my skin. 

Please someone tell me where do I begin?

Hopes and dreams I had , now everything has suddenly become mad.

Why do i feel this , why am I numb .

I hope to see the light and make everything right

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