Tick… tock… tick… tock… tick… tock. Every click of the clock resonates and echoes beyond what I ever though possible, filling my house, filling my head.
Tick… tock… tick… tock. Each resounding tick and every resounding tock is like a knife in my chest, like a bullet in my head. I cover my ears and try to drown them out, but nothing can quiet the sounds.
Tick… tock. The sound is deafening, maddening. I know that the sound of the clock can’t be stopped. I’ve seen it bring buildings, cities, nations, to the ground. I’ve seen it rob men of their health and minds and lives.
Tick. It’s doing the same to me, and I cannot stop it. Tock.
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