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Tick Tock


Tick Tock Tick Tock goes the clock

Pain and suffering strangles me with its cold vicious hands

Scars all over my body from the claws of fear

My heart breaks piece by piece as time goes on

Tears roll down my face leaving stains

Fear looks at me in the mirror knowing he has won

Tick tock tick tock goes the clock

Fear raises the gun to my head

Laughter then fills the room

He then pulls back the trigger

This is the end.

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