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Apr 2015
World is spinning, cars are speeding, wind is racing,
My heart is running, my head is pounding;
Time is wasting.
Strangers are whispering, birds are shouting, people are yelling,
Reality is shaking, my nightmares are living.
Time is wasting.
Where is the silence? Where can all of this stop? Where is the peace?
My watch is ticking.

Please,

Make the clock


Stop--
Stress Time Clock
Brooke Robinson
Written by
Brooke Robinson  Nevada
(Nevada)   
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