Tick
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The thoughts are crippling; absolutely and positively paralyzing.
The longer I sit here simply waiting the louder the ticking of the clock sounds in my ringing ears.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
The rhythm has synced with the beat of my heart; the blood that pumps through my veins.
If the clock comes to a stop I assume my organ will begin to fail.
One
Two
Three
The thought is almost appealing.
I listen closely to the light ticking; almost on the edge of my seat in anticipation.
I can feel the dread filling my core, eating away at me.
The clock will never stop ticking and tocking and I will never escape the madness in my mind.
Trapped forever in my own thoughts.
Caged in my own anxiety.
The longer I sit here simply waiting the louder the ticking of the clock sounds in my ringing ears.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
The rhythm has synced with the beat of my heart; the blood that pumps through my veins.
If the clock comes to a stop I assume my organ will begin to fail.
One
Two
Three
The thought is almost appealing.
I listen closely to the light ticking; almost on the edge of my seat in anticipation.
I can feel the dread filling my core, eating away at me.
The clock will never stop ticking and tocking and I will never escape the madness in my mind.
Trapped forever in my own thoughts.
Caged in my own anxiety.
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grammar is way off and i'm not entirely sure what to call this, but my emotions have been all over the place. feel free to leave a comment or something.