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May 2018
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock

I listen to the steady beat of the clock
I’m sitting on my bed
Starring into empty space

I never thought I would be the one
To hurt you

I keep listening to the clock
The sound soothes me

Until I hear them
Creeping under the door
They are surrounding me

I become paralyzed
They whisper words to me

I see them
They are haunting me

I can’t do this
I can’t live with this
What have I done?
(C)ibarker
Barker
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Barker  M/Ottawa
(M/Ottawa)   
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