2015-be-yourself
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Tick tock.
Tick tock.
The seconds click by faster and faster,
The minutes shed quicker as never seen before
Stress, sweat, and tears of black blood and fury rage inside them
I see it in their faces,
I am resilient.
I have been shot down.
I've been bent out of form.
I have been unrecognizable.
