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It’s a funny thing, time; passing away on the wall, not a care in the world, just clockwise motion and tiny little ticks and all they do is tell you that you've lost one second, then another, and another, until finally you look up and there are years behind you but the clock keeps spinning round and round and round.
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Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 11:56 PM UTC
Clocks
It’s a funny thing, time; passing away on the wall, not a care in the world, just clockwise motion and tiny little ticks and all they do is tell you that you've lost one second, then another, and another, until finally you look up and there are years behind you but the clock keeps spinning round and round and round.
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Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 11:56 PM UTC
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