Clock ticks!
No matter what. Apathy strikes, in the silence of night. Like a thief, comes and goes like a rhythm every sec. I hear needle ticking as nothing ever happened. The mask is on table. I'm the same person as inside. No need to hide, because it's just me and the clock. Sleep was never a solution. But still I hope, it'll be one. The only thing stopping me is the clock ticks, which can be never stopped. That means I'll lose no matter. And still the clock ticks!
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