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Tick, Tock

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candygirl101010

Published: Jul 8, 2013

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Tick tock, close your eyes,
as time doth slip on by,
scratch your head, but don't go to bed,
or your thoughts will flee your mind.

Tick tock, rest your head,
on a bed of nails and knives,
my weary friend, please don't fret,
about the afterlife.

Tick tock, take a breath,
because it could well be your last,
now's not the time to prey my friend,
for we are dieing fast.

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so originally i wrote this at 1 am in the laundry mat but because ive been working with little kids at 7 every morning ive not been sleeping so this suits how ive been feeling lately