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Tick Tock


The silence surrounds,

Tick tock,

Tick tock,

I hear the delicate hands move,

Much like my own,

They drift in movement,

My breathing grows light,

I listen for silence,

A floorboard creaks,

Silence surrounds,

Almost,

Tick tock,

Tick tock.

 

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Jaden Dey

I'm just looking for an outlet for any thoughts and emotions that come my way. I'm not looking to fit in, nor do I care about the criticisms with my writing. I'll write what I write.

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