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Tick. Tock.

Silence.
Grandfather, when will you wake?
Have you fallen predator to the endless sleep, like father has?
Are you watching my now?
Laughing
Whilst I cry?
Grandfather, when will you speak?
You are the last one I have left.
And now you're saying nothing.
Doing nothing.
Watching me deteriorate.
Tick.
Tock.
You say to me.
And I refuse to give way to pain.



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