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Another day passes by like the tickety tock of the clock Noticed, but ignored Forgotten as one indevidual tick, Remembered as a whole Tick, tock, tickety tock.
Dear Future, I used to be obsessed. With what, you ask? Was it The Hunger Games? Tumblr?
Tick tock, The hands spin round We all heard the clock but together we ignored it, It was distant, beyond our sight There’s still time left
Tick Tock The clock above our old TV tormented me, it’s red numbers screaming distress every time they blinked Where is he?
My brain does this thing. Its invigorating and energetic. It lets me believe that I can do anything. It makes me happy, yet makes me insane all at the same time. I think.
Tick. Tock. Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock ticky-tocky ticky-tocky ticky-tocky ticky-tocky