Making this into a zombie thing ig
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Last published Sun, May 19, 2024
The tick of time; time's tick. The tick of the clock shuns those who are awaiting their demise, while awarding those who are young and impatient. I want to be younger, I want to be older. There's no balance; it was taken from my sore hands when the apocalypse started.
My loved ones chatter nonsense, their decaying brains grasping onto words of routine.
"I you for... Alice..."
"Father! Birthday you a I!"
"I a to work."
I doubt they even know the definition of these words...
I hope they, one day, find peace through the hellfire.
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