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I pull the covers over my head to block the sound. But it is deafening. Tick, tock. The clock pounds his rhythm inside my head. Taunting me as seconds of my life whirl by; He parades my regrets around his circular face. It drives me mad to hear myself die. Tick, tock, ti--- I rip out the batteries before I count another lost minute. It's the closest I can come to stopping time. I pull the covers over my head. Please dear God, let me sleep tonight.
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Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 12:18 AM UTC
Death by Time.
I pull the covers over my head to block the sound. But it is deafening. Tick, tock. The clock pounds his rhythm inside my head. Taunting me as seconds of my life whirl by; He parades my regrets around his circular face. It drives me mad to hear myself die. Tick, tock, ti--- I rip out the batteries before I count another lost minute. It's the closest I can come to stopping time. I pull the covers over my head. Please dear God, let me sleep tonight.
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Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 12:18 AM UTC
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