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A tick on a clock, And a fallen vail of another affair My mind melted watching trying to unlock, I hold my head as if it was to pop off With every tick my stomach feels sick, Eyes so weary, Soul so dreary This agony, Caused my heart vessel to stretch, pump and rush to survive. My mind is upside down, My room is a ghost town And i seem to be the clown, laughter is their fairground They pick a choose my every move, And when i disapprove My sanity they assured me will be removed
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Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 5:48 PM UTC
Tock tick
A tick on a clock, And a fallen vail of another affair My mind melted watching trying to unlock, I hold my head as if it was to pop off With every tick my stomach feels sick, Eyes so weary, Soul so dreary This agony, Caused my heart vessel to stretch, pump and rush to survive. My mind is upside down, My room is a ghost town And i seem to be the clown, laughter is their fairground They pick a choose my every move, And when i disapprove My sanity they assured me will be removed
Fatema_Aj
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Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 5:48 PM UTC
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