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Tick tock goes the clock

Never winding to a stop

Constantly going round an round

Pressing further down

Stress gaining the upper hand as I try to breathe in

 

What to do? What to do?

Will I make it to college or be another statistic

Am I choosing the right career 'cause nothing has clicked yet

Will I even be able to afford it or will I be swimming in debt

These are the questions I ask myself 

 

Because tick tock goes the clock

Never winding to a stop

Never seizing to move on with the days

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