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Time keeps ticking in my head As I think of all the beasts hidden beneath my bed The tight space in my skull makes me feel claustrophobic. Out of breath, to rethink every thought is aerobic Wasting minutes as I reacquaint with every regret   Wishing I could breath and finally forget But here I am,  listening to that clock in my head that keeps ticking
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Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 2:47 AM UTC
Regrets
Time keeps ticking in my head As I think of all the beasts hidden beneath my bed The tight space in my skull makes me feel claustrophobic. Out of breath, to rethink every thought is aerobic Wasting minutes as I reacquaint with every regret   Wishing I could breath and finally forget But here I am,  listening to that clock in my head that keeps ticking
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Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 2:47 AM UTC
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