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I am a waste of a grudging breath.
Please, give me a sliver of rest.
A scraping in my mind.
The pendulum is swinging, acting as an hourglass.
Time is ticking faster.
Im running out of sand, out of rope to cut.
My face begins to crumble, my hands begin to rot.
My eyes begin to sink, like a foot placed in mud.
My chest begins to burn, hot to the touch.
Why do I procrastinate, coming forward with these things?
Will I not be forgiven? will I not be saved?
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