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This day,
Like all the others,
The time ticks slowly
Wasting away
The thoughts creep in,
The words seep in
The boredom taking over
My mind

I get lost
In this sea
Of things floating around
In my head

Random- crazy- things
I'm swimming in
Drowning in
Falling or floating

Drowning

This day,
Like all the others,
The time ticks slowly
Wasting away
The thoughts creep in
The words seep in
The boredom taking over
My mind

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