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As I hear the hands of the clock slowly ticking, it feels like there is a long pause between each "tick-tock"... an eternity of nothingness. Sometimes between a tick or two, I can have complete dreams.. filled with hopes and dreams of events that will never take place, and oppurtunities that will never arise. That's all I ever hear... the clock and days of emptiness and lonliness ticking away. I want to kill the clock, smash it to a million little, pathetic pieces. But then, would that mean the end of time, and I'd be stuck in the same place and time forever? No.. I can't end the life of that clock. That would be torture on my conscience because it has carried me through more than 15 years, good times, but more bad, and a lot of in-between. So the mornings, the afternoons, and the nights will continue to tick away... tick-tock.. tick-tock...

Sometimes this occurance is too much.. yet a good chance to think things through. Often times I think of things that should have never happened.. things that haunt me to this day, yet I cannot go back on them. Sometimes, there are lies you tell that you can never go back and fix.. because either it's too hard or it's just too late. The smallest lie, even if your first, can be so traumatizing and life-changing that there is nothing in the world you'd rather fix more. I shake when I think of it, and occasionally let a tear slide it's way through, when I think of how insignificant it might have seemed at the time, but now is just so much to handle.. so much to think of. My heart races at the very thought that I can never go back and change it because it's just too late to fix what I've so badly marred.

Between the ticks and tocks, a tear. It falls slowly, letting out an emotion, yet changing nothing. The clock seems to hear my tear, even at times when it seems no one else can see a thing. It pauses all time and takes just a half-second to hear me.

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As I hear the hands of the clock slowly ticking, it feels like there is a long pause between each "tick-tock"... an eternity of nothingness. Sometimes between a tick or two, I can have complete dreams.. filled with hopes and dreams of events that will never take place, and oppurtunities that will never arise. That's all I ever hear... the clock and days of emptiness and lonliness ticking away. I want to kill the clock, smash it to a million little, pathetic pieces. But then, would that mean the end of time, and I'd be stuck in the same place and time forever? No.. I can't end the life of that clock. That would be torture on my conscience because it has carried me through more than 15 years, good times, but more bad, and a lot of in-between. So the mornings, the afternoons, and the nights will continue to tick away... tick-tock.. tick-tock...

Sometimes this occurance is too much.. yet a good chance to think things through. Often times I think of things that should have never happened.. things that haunt me to this day, yet I cannot go back on them. Sometimes, there are lies you tell that you can never go back and fix.. because either it's too hard or it's just too late. The smallest lie, even if your first, can be so traumatizing and life-changing that there is nothing in the world you'd rather fix more. I shake when I think of it, and occasionally let a tear slide it's way through, when I think of how insignificant it might have seemed at the time, but now is just so much to handle.. so much to think of. My heart races at the very thought that I can never go back and change it because it's just too late to fix what I've so badly marred.

Between the ticks and tocks, a tear. It falls slowly, letting out an emotion, yet changing nothing. The clock seems to hear my tear, even at times when it seems no one else can see a thing. It pauses all time and takes just a half-second to hear me.