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Jan 2018
"Tick-tock" says the clock as I impatiently stare at its hands move little by little.
I wait for it to do something else but it does nothing but repeat its song.
Tick-tock
I want to scream at it for doing nothing but repeating its slow and boring song but I know it will not help.
I just want time to speed up, I want time to speed up but no.
"Have patience my dear." the clock whispers to me and I listen.
I let time slip away as my mind traveled somewhere else and the clock's tick and tock began to fade away.
finally after what seemed like seconds of dreaming I herd the tick-tock of the clock and realized that the time had flown by.
"Patience is the key my dear." whispered the clock.
Written by
Ash  14/Bigender/Arkansas
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