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Time Obsessed


Time; A concept unknown to my inner clock. Tick. Tick, ticking to it's own tock. Refusing to hold, anything resembling true. Addicted to it's own ticking. Only tocking when it wants to. Throughout many things, this has proven problematic. Having an internal clock, off pace and sporadic. Now, there is one thing, to which my clock is consistent. Come 4am I sit awake, happy, sad or indifferent. My inner clock demands company in it's 4 am obsession. So i write to my internal ticking. Tocking; internal confession.
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