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© Shi
0The clock is ticking and it’s sounding like a heartbeat. The fingers clicking and the drumming in your head, and you can hear the whispers echo down a dark street, you get the feeling that you should have stayed in bed. You keep on walking and your hands are in your pocket, no time for talking,
conversation with yourself. It fills your mind and now there is no way to stop it, goes round ,round, round, round…… The clock is ticking as it has been so forever, screaming and kicking never really did no good. Try holding on, you know can be such an endeavour, it makes no difference and who knows why it should. Goes round, goes round, goes round, goes round, goes round…...the clock is ticking, drumming in your head. (Shi 2016)