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Rowbes the clock torments me ripping the life away from me why can't i just get up and do something why must i be doomed to a life of nothingness why can't we just be happy?

the numbers on the clock whiz by in a blur as i sit here like an invalid day after day after day

if i had one of those clocks with the hads they would be spinning like the blade of a fan but ive never been able to read those stupid things how can i read the hands of a clock when they move so fast i can barely see them?
time is no longer marching on now time is trampling me to death
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thieums There is an old clock here. It is not ticking.

Wind the clock?
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