Tick of the Clock
Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock
Some can hear the ticking of the clock. I can feel it - tick, tock, tick, tock. My heart beats to the rhythm of that clock, twisting and turning inside my head. Tick, I grow weary of my unending lust. Tock, I am jaded by my dead living. Then from the dark comes a voice offering to silence that clock. It tolls a chime of belonging and whispers to me: Hear what you hear, and see what you see. Accept yourself, then become who you’re meant to be.
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