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tick tick tick
the clock always ticks slowly driving me insane the room is empty of people anyways there are tons of objects or material items tick tick tock where did that sound come from it's sad I notice one stray tock I think that I see a bug on the wall oh I hope there is one but sadly no the wall is empty Haven't seen a human in several days not ready to leave the house but am tired of sitting here It won't be long before I begin to talk with people from inside my head tick tick ... silence even the clock has stopped ...
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