Ticking of the clock.

I hear the ticking of the clock and think when... when are things going to change and pass like the hours on a clock. Will things ever get better? I asked myself. Will they change for the better side? I feel like my life is in pause like I am invisible just watching everyone else’s lives thinking why can't mine be like that. I slowly lay among the ground i close my eyes and I tick.

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