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The Alarm

Date Written: September 27, 2017
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  1. Tick tock, tick tock, a sound I hear a lot. Time to sleep, time to wake, these are things I wish it meant—But for me that’s not the case. I push, I twist, I grab and wince — Tiny, white and green, time to better my mood once again. I wonder though, is this really me?  Is it just the little pill inside of me? Tick tock, tick tock, a sound I hear a lot, it’s here again, the one alarm I wish would end. Twice a day, taking over every moment—Tick tock, tick tock, a sound I hear a lot.   – Stephen D.

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