My Countdown is at Zero
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Last published Fri, Dec 23, 2016
Tick..
Tick..
What that feeling,
It makes me sick.
I can still feel the clock, racing through my mind, up and down my head is a whirl of anger, Joy, fear... It surrounding me, suffocating me, in every possible way. Its hard to escape the reality that i'm the only girl in the entire world without a countdown.
Its the reality I am forced to live with.
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