The clock’s rhythmic beat is the only thing keeping me sane.
[name_f]Day[/name_f] after day, I’ve been listening to the wooden clock on the wall. At the start, it bothered me. But now, listening to the clock provides me with something to do.
Provides me with something to listen to.
Something to distract me.
But maybe I don’t need distraction. Maybe I should live through my last days, fully present and aware.
Maybe I shouldn’t have lived at all.
The clock’s rhythmic beat is the only thing keeping me sane.
[name_m]Or[/name_m] maybe its the thing driving me insane.
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