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I dread the sound of its passing and the call of its merry chime on the hour every day the price that I pay for life is a fear of time...
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Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC
Chronophobia..
I dread the sound of its passing and the call of its merry chime on the hour every day the price that I pay for life is a fear of time...
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Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC
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