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The clock moved forward, and I stepped back.


Falling out of time 

Falling out of presence of mind


The clock moved forward, and I collapsed.


Into the moment where demons could creep 

Into the seconds which quietly passed


The clock moved forward, and I relapsed.


Cracking under the weight of the ruins

Cracking into the pieces of shame


The clock moved forward, and I committed.


Stepping over the edge

Stepping into the abyss


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