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Clocks

by lunamxxn

Where is the time that heals? It's the only method of medicine for the sickness in my head. Despite the clock ticks every second, of everyday, and I have been awake for every- it's hard to sleep when your minds blue and buzzing. Numbers never end, nor does time. How can I know, where this time will be? When it will come? There is no physical form. I am waiting for the time to heal me, yet all this time has done is break me from the inside out.
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