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Tick… Tick… Tok. A clock winds in a small town, The place was lost in hazy, foggy mist. Hidden in the meadow of mystery and mayhem, But when the clock strikes 12:00. A bell will ring, unless… The dawn turns to dusk and the moon turns red! Ring… Ring… Ring! The time? 11:00, The ringing is so unfamiliar. A warning? A siren? Or a traveler… A traveler to my village… to the village? Finding us throughout the fog and meadows? No, no… no clock… Tick… Tick… Tick… Tok! Ring, Ring…  Rung! 12:00.
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Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 4:51 PM UTC
Anxiety
Tick… Tick… Tok. A clock winds in a small town, The place was lost in hazy, foggy mist. Hidden in the meadow of mystery and mayhem, But when the clock strikes 12:00. A bell will ring, unless… The dawn turns to dusk and the moon turns red! Ring… Ring… Ring! The time? 11:00, The ringing is so unfamiliar. A warning? A siren? Or a traveler… A traveler to my village… to the village? Finding us throughout the fog and meadows? No, no… no clock… Tick… Tick… Tick… Tok! Ring, Ring…  Rung! 12:00.
The time slowly uncovering my lost soul
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15/M/The void
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 4:51 PM UTC
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