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The clock on the side of my wall
Tick. Tick. Tick. Every second of every hour. The clock on my wall. It irritates me. Drives me to madness. Every infernal tick, I delve deeper into insanity. While I try and rest my limbs, the clock’s keep going. Tick. Tick. Tick. Diving deeper into the rough ocean that is my thoughts. It keeps me up at night.
One day, I had enough. Before I went to sleep, I pulled out the clock’s heart. Tick… The ticking had stopped. I was finally free. Like a bird freed from it’s cage, I flew peaceful towards my bed. I could have a quiet night. But then other voices emanated from the shadows. Scurrying in the walls. The howling of the wind. A monster’s erie, yellow teeth could be seen from the closet.
I am left to the noises of the night. The unending abyss that is called night only brings me closer to my fears. I realize now that the clock wasn’t annoying me. It was protecting me. From the other noises. I have tried time after time to return my protector, but no matter what heart I try, the clock won’t beat ever again.

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