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Tick Tock Strikes The Clock. Their Numbers Numbers Mocking Impure Me Wishing For The  Time To Pass Me By. Women, Men, Children Question Infidelity Teens On The Side Smoking Cannabis With No Absolute Care. Little Children In Their Strollers Tugging On Their Silky Strands Of Shiny Hair. If Only I Was One Who Could Live With No Care. I Watch Time Move Ever So Slow. I Wish I Knew The Worse Of Me. As The Time Then Freezes.
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
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Tick Tock Strikes The Clock. Their Numbers Numbers Mocking Impure Me Wishing For The  Time To Pass Me By. Women, Men, Children Question Infidelity Teens On The Side Smoking Cannabis With No Absolute Care. Little Children In Their Strollers Tugging On Their Silky Strands Of Shiny Hair. If Only I Was One Who Could Live With No Care. I Watch Time Move Ever So Slow. I Wish I Knew The Worse Of Me. As The Time Then Freezes.
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
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