Tick Tock Tick Tock

I am the hand on a broken clock,
tick tock tick tock.
Passing through every number,
will this go on forever?
"Yes, it will last through out the days,
But you must never look back,
for your curse can be your gift,
as long as you dont hide behind 12 masks"...
said the man, who was as clear as glass.

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