"Days and nights pass, days you've lived and left behind
Yet still it lingers, within your dwindling mind.
Do you hear it? The constant tick of a clock?
Though you tried, failure greets you, failure to ignore it, to successfully block
Do you see it? The creature behind the sound?
Not born of flesh, nor capable of death, to be buried six feet underground
Make peace with your life, whether it was well spent or not, little pup
For once they have you and you're at your breaking point, your time is up."
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