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fefeW  
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The clock ticks. Silence. The clock tocks. Footsteps. Ticks. Slow,
shuffling feet. Tocks. The rattle of keys. Tick. A lock turning. Tock.
A drawer opens. Tick. A sharp metal click. Tock. The clock ticks. A
door opening. The clock tocks. Voices and laughter. Ticks. Sharp,
clicking heels. Tocks. Loud, thumping shoes. Tick. A laugh cut short.
Tock. A gasp. Tick. A sob. Tock. The clock ticks. Music playing. The
clock tocks. Quiet weeping. Ticks. A pastor speaking. Tocks. A gunshot
echoes soundlessly. Tick. For him, there is silence. Tock. It is
empty. Black. Tick. There is only one sound. Tock.The clock ticks.
Silence. The clock tocks. Footsteps. Ticks. Slow, shuffling feet.
Tocks. The rattle of keys. Tick. A lock turning. Tock. A drawer opens.
Tick. A sharp metal click. Tock. The clock ticks. A door opening. The
clock tocks. Voices and laughter. Ticks. Sharp, clicking heels. Tocks.
Loud, thumping shoes. Tick. A laugh cut short. Tock. A gasp. Tick. A
sob. Tock. The clock ticks. Music playing. The clock tocks. Quiet
weeping. Ticks. A pastor speaking. Tocks. A gunshot echoes
soundlessly. Tick. For him, there is silence. Tock. It is empty.
Black. Tick. There is only one sound. Tock.The clock ticks. Silence.
The clock tocks. Footsteps. Ticks. Slow, shuffling feet. Tocks. The
rattle of keys. Tick. A lock turning. Tock. A drawer opens. Tick. A
sharp metal click. Tock. The clock ticks. A door opening. The clock
tocks. Voices and laughter. Ticks. Sharp, clicking heels. Tocks. Loud,
thumping shoes. Tick. A laugh cut short. Tock. A gasp. Tick. A sob.
Tock. The clock ticks. Music playing. The clock tocks. Quiet weeping.
Ticks. A pastor speaking. Tocks. A gunshot echoes soundlessly. Tick.
For him, there is silence. Tock. It is empty. Black. Tick. There is
only one sound. Tock.I think we're tearing apart I hate to say this We
were like art Which I now miss You're older I'm just a bit bolder
You're more And I look poor I cry While you sigh Tears Fears Is this
how we always were? I lie on my bed Awake You sleep each night Away
We're miles apart It didn't matter then Does it now? Now I'm crying on
the bathroom floor As I read our last conversation I wish I could, I
wish I did, Move on You grew on me I felt free Now I just can't Just
can't Just can't Let you goI think we're tearing apart I hate to say
this We were like art Which I now miss You're older I'm just a bit
bolder You're more And I look poor I cry While you sigh Tears Fears Is
this how we always were? I lie on my bed Awake You sleep each night
Away We're miles apart It didn't matter then Does it now? Now I'm
crying on the bathroom floor As I read our last conversation I wish I
could, I wish I did, Move on You grew on me I felt free Now I just
can't Just can't Just can't Let you goThe clock ticks. Silence. The
clock tocks. Footsteps. Ticks. Slow, shuffling feet. Tocks. The rattle
of keys. Tick. A lock turning. Tock. A drawer opens. Tick. A sharp
metal click. Tock. The clock ticks. A door opening. The clock tocks.
Voices and laughter. Ticks. Sharp, clicking heels. Tocks. Loud,
thumping shoes. Tick. A laugh cut short. Tock. A gasp. Tick. A sob.
Tock. The clock ticks. Music playing. The clock tocks. Quiet weeping.
Ticks. A pastor speaking. Tocks. A gunshot echoes soundlessly. Tick.
For him, there is silence. Tock. It is empty. Black. Tick. There is
only one sound. Tock.The clock ticks. Silence. The clock tocks.
Footsteps. Ticks. Slow, shuffling feet. Tocks. The rattle of keys.
Tick. A lock turning. Tock. A drawer opens. Tick. A sharp metal click.
Tock. The clock ticks. A door opening. The clock tocks. Voices and
laughter. Ticks. Sharp, clicking heels. Tocks. Loud, thumping shoes.
Tick. A laugh cut short. Tock. A gasp. Tick. A sob. Tock. The clock
ticks. Music playing. The clock tocks. Quiet weeping. Ticks. A pastor
speaking. Tocks. A gunshot echoes soundlessly. Tick. For him, there is
silence. Tock. It is empty. Black. Tick. There is only one sound.
Tock.The clock ticks. Silence. The clock tocks. Footsteps. Ticks.
Slow, shuffling feet. Tocks. The rattle of keys. Tick. A lock turning.
Tock. A drawer opens. Tick. A sharp metal click. Tock. The clock
ticks. A door opening. The clock tocks. Voices and laughter. Ticks.
Sharp, clicking heels. Tocks. Loud, thumping shoes. Tick. A laugh cut
short. Tock. A gasp. Tick. A sob. Tock. The clock ticks. Music
playing. The clock tocks. Quiet weeping. Ticks. A pastor speaking.
Tocks. A gunshot echoes soundlessly. Tick. For him, there is silence.
Tock. It is empty. Black. Tick. There is only one sound. Tock.I think
we're tearing apart I hate to say this We were like art Which I now
miss You're older I'm just a bit bolder You're more And I look poor I
cry While you sigh Tears Fears Is this how we always were? I lie on my
bed Awake You sleep each night Away We're miles apart It didn't matter
then Does it now? Now I'm crying on the bathroom floor As I read our
last conversation I wish I could, I wish I did, Move on You grew on me
I felt free Now I just can't Just can't Just can't Let you go



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