Gradually the time ticked away.
I sat there, knees pulled into my chest,
And I tried to escape my own mind.
It was yelling, screaming, to me.
The noise I heard was only loud syllables,
I couldn't make out the words.
I guess when you ignore yourself for so long it's easier to tune out your conscience.
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