I rushed I couldn't sleep it was home, and work again. The passage of time itself had left my life. It had never occurred to me - it was too late.
Blackout Poetry Notes
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Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.
I rushed I couldn't sleep it was home, and work again. The passage of time itself had left my life. It had never occurred to me - it was too late.