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It was about a month ago
When my clock turned indigo
And my pen wouldn’t write
Feeling like I was stuck in limbo
Nowhere to go.
Nowhere to hide nowhere to be free from the this mental genocide
Red light
Turn to green now my fears are in hindsight
Left right trying to move my feet but my muscles are tight
My rights were taking away
On the night that my clock wouldn’t strike midnight
About a month ago when my clock turned indigo
Eyes bloodshot

Jay G

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