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Tick Tock

Tick, The hands are moving. Tock, Life is slowing. Tick, Seconds are passing. Tock, Nothing is changing. Tick, Moments are fading. Tock, The clock is ticking. Tick, Can't you hear its heart beating? Tock, Telling you life is leaving. Tick Tock, As we lower you six feet everlasting. Listen to the clock, Your life is ending.
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Aug 11, 2016
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#life#death#hands#clock#passing#moving#tick#tock#seconds#everlasting
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