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The Days

The days of my life go by as slow as my knife,
Killing my hopes and dreams.
The days that it takes to go way above will now massacre my mind,
The days now go forth, with hopelessness’s crime,
Without this world of mine.
The time that it takes to leave my life, as I face my time on earth.

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