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Time is moving slow
I've been making the wrong decisions
I'm hoping I will grow
And look back at this position
Everyone makes mistakes
It's expected as we arrived
But how we react to them
Is what we each have to decide
I've been in desperate lows
Jaws scraping the floor
teeth decaying;
not understanding how to achieve more
My eyes are tightly shut
Insides wide open
Hoping..
Heavenly arms are near and approaching
Never had I seen
A smile look so mean
Joy seem so frightful
Anger so acceptable
Blowing pass the past
Is easier said than done
Especially when your future
Is the opposite of the sun
I run, I hide between the darkest corners
In my dreams
I always seem to encounter female coroners
As I wake, confused
Am I dead or alive
Surrounded syringes, mice, rats and flies