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The ringing in my head
Proves I'm not dead.
Drip drop,
The tears pour down.
Light creaking in the hall
Means I'm not alone at all.
Tick tock
Screamed the clock,
Looming above on the wall.
I lay there hoping
Cops won't be called.
Small drops of red
Fall on my head
As my arm is fully extended-
Looking at the tracks,
Never going to go back
To the young,
Innocent days.

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