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times running out, hear the old ticking clock. tick tock. time a' running out. you can't run little girl, for it is much greater. the old man in the clock is quick to take his victims, 'your time is done. the clock has stopped. calm down girl, it will all be over soon' black takes over your vision, all you hear is the ticking of the old mans clock. tick tock. one by one they all stop, growing eerily silent.
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
tick tock
times running out, hear the old ticking clock. tick tock. time a' running out. you can't run little girl, for it is much greater. the old man in the clock is quick to take his victims, 'your time is done. the clock has stopped. calm down girl, it will all be over soon' black takes over your vision, all you hear is the ticking of the old mans clock. tick tock. one by one they all stop, growing eerily silent.
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17/F/somewhere temporary
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
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