Tick Tock.

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Tick tock, time passing by,
With every moment I wonder if it's all a lie,
The things I hear am I just psychotic,
Or is it truly something fighting for me,
The war in my mind consumes me,
A kid the devil wanted,
Now he's left forever haunted,
He doesn't know if he's ok,
He doesn't know what to say,
He doesn't want to be medicated,
He wants to change the world, he's so dedicated,
He is me, I don't know what but somethings bothering me,
Something not physical something so hard to see.

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