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Tick Tick Tick As seconds turn to minutes The Sound becomes empty. Empty, hollow, and simply hypnotic. Tick Tick Tick Merely waiting Even if for no specific purpose How can this simple sound of a clock- The Sound that is echoing off The walls and into My ears- Hold so much meaning? Every little sound, Every tick Brings us closer to death Yet we still take so much for granted. Why not go the distance? Live life. Tick Tick Tick Because life will go away fairly fast, And you'll never know when. Why? Because life is shor- Tick Tick Tick -t...
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Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
The Sound of Time.
Tick Tick Tick As seconds turn to minutes The Sound becomes empty. Empty, hollow, and simply hypnotic. Tick Tick Tick Merely waiting Even if for no specific purpose How can this simple sound of a clock- The Sound that is echoing off The walls and into My ears- Hold so much meaning? Every little sound, Every tick Brings us closer to death Yet we still take so much for granted. Why not go the distance? Live life. Tick Tick Tick Because life will go away fairly fast, And you'll never know when. Why? Because life is shor- Tick Tick Tick -t...
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Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
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