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Nov 2
Tik-tok, tik-tok,  
goes the clock;  
it tells me time is running out.  

It makes me scared.  

I've always laughed, loved, and lived,  
but I won't be doing any of that  
if he leaves,  
if she leaves,  
if they leave.  
But I will hold on  
'til my tik-tok stops,  
'til I can't hear my tik-tok  
anymore, because  
tik-tok  
goes  
the  
clock.
Written by
Lyla
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