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Tick Tock

Replace my heart, 
take it from my chest, 
im a weapon armed, 
ready to Blow.

Its beats like its ticking,
It beats like its ready,
Ready to blow my insides out,
Leavin nothing behind, 
but my damaged soul.

My eyes look without hope,
for someone to save me,
for someone to take this terror from within me.
The Clock is ticking.....!!! 

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