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07/27/10
The clock ticks,
Breaks this silence like a cymbol
seconds pass with no other sound
The betrayl burns as you swallow
Each loud long second spurs your anger
You let out a breath and wonder
How is it that this changes nothing
The clock ticks on
It has become the enemy
Measuring each second of torment
one, two, three, four
How many seconds remain
Will this change nothing
