I feel it cross my mind in a whisper around my head. A hole within that can’t be filled has decayed and fell away. This ticking of the death clock in my head has grown much louder.
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I feel it cross my mind in a whisper around my head. A hole within that can’t be filled has decayed and fell away. This ticking of the death clock in my head has grown much louder.