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Jan 2019
Tick, Tick
The clock looms over me
Click, Click
Go the gears
Sick, sick
In the head
I see things that others can't. There is a large black clock constantly hovering over my head, reminding me of... something, A feeling of what I can only describe as dread.
Wolf
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Wolf  14/F/My dreams
(14/F/My dreams)   
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     underestimated, divi, Perry, mel and Salmabanu Hatim
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