Tick tock, I'm running against the clock. As time flies by, in silence it will die. As I gazing at the clock, time seems to be in lock. It goes by as I stand still, my emptiness with nothing to fill. Within my hollow and empty gaze, my inner darkness is set ablaze. Hidden behind a broken mask, with out a question to be asked.
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Random poetry, philosophy and thoughts.
RandomPoetry, philosophy and such coming to mind. Although be warned this book does prospect many things you may not feel comfortable with, reading at your discretion.
