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Time seems to accelerate as I slow down And I’m so terrified of losing my ground. When I burst into tears I’m making no sound. Guess I want to maintain my delusive crown. I’m too old for my age and worry too much. I feed with negative thoughts and carry a grudge. I was never my friend but rather a judge Who points gun to my head and keeps me at watch Is it only my mind, just another excuse? Am I guilty of life I decided to choose? I could’ve grown wings but ended making a noose. At least it’ll be solid, I won’t make it loose. Daydreaming is giving me such a relief Providing me values which I try to perce