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Too Much Time
Too much time spent on not really knowing what's going on,
Here but wanting to be there,
There but worrying if I care,
Flirting on the peripharies of fitting,
Electricity rises up in my brain where frustration reigns,
Dishonest pockets grow and grow with the weight of days,
Until I am left with a lifeless gaze.
Thursday 20th October 2016 12:22 am
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