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my hearts beating, my eyes squeezed shut i can't bare to watch the clock, knowing what i have left is about to end hell will disappear, but what will be next? as these moments end, as the clock ticks away, i wish i could've done more. there's no time left for regret, for shame, disappointment, or hate i try not to cry, but i can't seem to move on though i must go onto the next chapter in what they call my life...






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