The Ticking Clock
If anyone were to bother to look out
They would see me.
A petite girl, standing in the midst of the
Nothingness.
Alone.
Although there are people moving
About
They are unaware of me.
Of the battle that is going on
Inside.
Go.
Stay.
Go.
The End
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