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Ticking Time Bomb

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AngelofLight03

Published: Dec 17, 2016

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My mind was a ticking time bomb.
Ready to explode any moment.
I found myself uttering words from my mouth
Only to have them become entangled with my tongue

And have them spewed like fireworks from my lips.

By: Angeloflight03

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