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Right on time
I see the lines on my face form prematurely
Or perhaps they were right on time
I never let anyone see me
But perhaps what kills me the most is never seeing myself
In hiding and isolation I barely survived
A life of waste, hypnotized by the hour glass
The trauma engulfed me as I tried to swim
I was a ghost before being born
Before dying
Simply a shell
Trying to survive tsunamis and foot stomps
while others basked in the sun
I constantly tried to run
From life ,from myself
What a life
What a life
© Monarch94
Or perhaps they were right on time
I never let anyone see me
But perhaps what kills me the most is never seeing myself
In hiding and isolation I barely survived
A life of waste, hypnotized by the hour glass
The trauma engulfed me as I tried to swim
I was a ghost before being born
Before dying
Simply a shell
Trying to survive tsunamis and foot stomps
while others basked in the sun
I constantly tried to run
From life ,from myself
What a life
What a life
© Monarch94
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