As I take a sip of your favourite coffee, I hear the clock ticks faster than the norm. tickticktickticktick.
I listen harder. The next ticks cut the end of the previous ones. But I'm not going forward, moving on.
tickticktick.
So where am I going?
tickticktick.
As I take a sip of your favourite coffee, I realize.
tickticktick.
I'm not going forward, moving on. I'm going back, holding on.
T tick o tick y tick o tick u tick.
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A/n: this was inspired by the 'ticks' i hear while drinking cola (yep, instead of someone's favourite coffee) and i just kept looking around to find where did those come from!
I never did find out.
[27/02/17]
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Once Upon A Lone Heart | ✔
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