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Tick
Tock Tick Tock Wound up like a clock. Alarm is blaring Make it stop. Tension is in the air, need to be elsewhere. Energy needs to be released, will someone help me please? Not enough air... doesn't anyone care? Hands shaking like a leaf... will someone give me relief? Not enough room... it sounds my doom. Tick Tock Tick Tock
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