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Tick Tock Goes the Clock


I am waiting Waiting For this life to begin Or perhaps for it to end? Tick tock goes the clock But nothing ever changes Waiting in a room Dark as pitch No windows to show the passage of time Time is nothing here Now is eternal No light No hope When will this end? I have no need of sleep Just stare into the Unyielding darkness I will not be rescued Nor will I escape This is my prison Contemplate my life There is nothing left And so I sit And tick tock goes the clock
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