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Talking Clock

the talkng clock its late ,im alone unable to sleep when i hear it , its the clock its talking ,talking to me when it talks im afraid what does it want. as i lay alone just me and the loud talking clock when it talks it echos ,echos inside my head with every tick with evry tock it gets louder why wont it stop stop talking talking to me the silent darkness scares me its getting colder am i awake , am i alive can anyone but me hear the loud talking clock. is this fantasy is it reality am i dreaming or is this just my delusion calling im confused i cant tell what is real anymore maybe i dont want to know mabey its better if i dont know im afraid to know ,afraid not to know the illusion of the talking clock haunts me my reality ,my dreams the talking clock the one that talks to me it will always be with me it will never leave me alone this talking clock haunts my dreams ,my reality always and forever

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