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Tick Tock

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Tick tock.
My life is withering away.
I sit there,
with nothing to do.
I cant wake up.
This pressure.
Its heavy.
Holding me down.
Its my heart.
Its over flowing.
Filled with hurt,
anger,
deciet.
Why am i treated so wrongly?
Tick tock.
My life just lost itself to time.
Everyday i sit here,
im loosing.
My mind has already been lost.
I cant think.
My brain is clouded.
My mind is trapped.
This skull is like a steal cage.
I can break it easily.
Release myself from this cell.
One pull will open a path.
Ridding me of the troubles that consume me.
*BAM*
tick..
tock...
tick....
tock.....
tick..........





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