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The End Is Near.
I’ve fallen
I’m falling fast
Catch me, catch me, oh god some one catch me
In this head of mine I’m running a race
I’m running, I’m running
But no ones watching
What’s wrong what’s wrong
With the words I’m saying
Things go so fast so gas
From one thing to another
Everything is blurred
Life is to short
We gota make this last, make it last
There’s no time for later or next time
Gota leave, get out, get gone
The world not stopping for us
So why should we stop for the world
What’s wrong what’s wrong
With the words I’m saying
Things go so fast so gas
From one thing to another
Everything is blurred
poem
by
Lilly Mandrell
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