tic...
...toc
i sit here
waiting for a sign of freedom
but i supose it will come at around five
when i get to leave this world
when neither time nor money can keep me here
i refuse to let this world become a part of me
i want to be free from responsibility
i hate that constant ringing in my ear.
tic....
... toc
tic....
..... toc
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