My life is based on clocks.
Time is my prison,
Thoughts, my restrictions.
The words of others, my restrictions.

The clock ticks on,
But I do not.
I am frozen,
Waiting for time to release it's hold on me.
It's grip is so tight, I am choking.

No air.

Still I am waiting,
Waiting for fate to break these bonds.
Waiting for my future to abolish my present and past,
And to embrace me,
Comfort me,
As if we were old friends.

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