Tick Tock

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Tick Tock... Tick Tock
Time is flying
It is no shock
If I'm dying

Please stop weeping
I'm not worth it
Death is reaping
My mind isn't fit

My fate is sealed
You all hate me
That's what I feel
Inside my head

Is there more here?
More emotions?
Am I wanted?
Please answer me

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