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it's that clock i have inside, ticking nonstop.

it runs madly, waiting for midnight to come and if it rains till then, the clock i have inside won't know how to function no more. it's planned to run until midnight, so it can't stop halfway, can't run backwards, can't sing the alarm an hour earlier. 

it's that clock i have inside, threatening its will to live while planning all the steps until midnight.

and i hope you'll be midnight someday.

for that clock i have inside,

to be free halfway.

pretty silence