I find myself in fear of numbers

Ever increasing, breaching slumber

I hunger for more time

As the years add up, my time left declines

A kind of sick displacement

Osmosis between what has passed and that which fate has hid yet

A potent concentration

Everything I’m hoping for and all the time I’ve wasted

It’s making me lose sleep

I need to find my purpose

Need to make myself complete

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