ITS FUCKING DUSTY HERE MY DUDES, I HAVEN'T POSTED IN SO LONG URGHGHAGAH
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*tick tick*
The clock strikes 2, I'm sat here not knowing what to do.
*tick tick*
The clock determines time, I'm sat here, singing this rhyme.
*tick tick*
The clock tells all, I remember those times we had fun at the mall.
*tick tick*
The clock should rewind, so I could go back to when this wasn't in my mind.
*tick t-
The clock... stopped...
I heaved myself from the bed for the first time in days, it felt.. relieving yet I got this... this... sharp stab of pain in my head, back, legs and
Of course my heart.
My phone was dead,
I refused to answer the door.
Because I knew what would be waiting for me,
Pity...
Unnecessary sorrow!
I didn't have the time...
I sighed, removing the clock from its place on the wall,
Over these past few days I've felt that this clock was my only source of entertainment.
Hours would of past by the time I finished my rhyme,
well at least that's how it felt...
I clicked off the back and inspected the damage.
"Great!" I huffed out, the batteries had leaked.
I threw the now useless clock to the floor and rested my forehead between my thumb and ring finger.
I debated going out of the house to buy another one, also to pick up McDonald's as I was fucking starving after days of not eating.
I finally convinced myself and dragged myself to the front door, slipping on my vans.
Fuck showering,
Fuck changing clothes,
And fuck trying to tame the mess my hair is!
I didn't care.
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The store was not far away from my home so I walked, I'm not risking a crash if I drive.
I entered, the air conditioning blowing down on my half decent hair.
I passed by, instantly guiding myself to the isles where clocks could possibly be.
The first one I peaked down had kitchen appliances, but no clock.
The next was artsy canvas pictures and printed paintings, with some random woman clearly fascinated by the canvas of the black and white Eiffel Tower,
i rolled my eyes, people are obsessed with the weirdest stuff.
Next was the jackpot, it had a rather large array of clocks, all shapes and sizes, from red to brown and different brands.
I sighed in relief as the isle was empty and made my way over to a clock that was highly similar to the plain white one I had before.
I picked it up and inspected it for any marks.
My eyes widened at the sound of the voice I had been dreaming of hearing again.
I never expected the day would come that we reunite,
I wanted to turn to him and wrap my frail arms tightly around his waist and beg him to come home but,
I knew for sure I couldn't,
no.
I wouldn't give into him,
he hurt me more than words can explain.
I. Will. NOT. Give into him.
"Y..y/n..."
