Bones
Face
Clothes
They're distracting me
Pain
Cold
Frail
Old
Why do I still feel
Awkward
Shy
Bitter
Cry
Longing yet alone
House
Home
City
Roam
We do not belong
Stress
Give
Spend
Live
I am waxing tired
Favor
Youth
Looks
Truth
Fleeting fancy lies
Love
Hate
Kiss
Berate
Isolated souls
Deadline
Clock
Sprint
Walk
Time is running out
Hope
Fear
Blurred
Clear
Yet, He holds me still
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