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7d
Ticking.
Time is running out.
I am losing control.

The hands spin faster—
I scramble
to keep it together,
to silence the chaos.

But the ringing in my ears
drowns every thought.
That incessant,
unforgiving:

Tick
  Tick
    Tick

It drives me mad,
twists my mind into knots.
I can’t breathe.
I’m running
out of
time—

I...
Angel
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Angel
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