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ticking


I can hear the clock ticking I feel like it's counting down to something maybe to the end of me I'd really like to ask it when that will be but it would never tell the clock is full of secrets just like you it sees so much but it keeps everything to itself it's always watching just ticking on and on just counting down the seconds minutes hours just taking everything in all of my secrets all of your secrets all of everyone's secrets and I watch it mesmerized by the constant tick tock tick tock I watch the hands glide along the clock face and I wonder how many ticks do I have left?
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