Clock

My hands have been frozen. I wish I could tell you the last time the twitched, ticked with life, but I can’t. So I’m starting to feel broken. Like maybe this is a fault that can’t be fixed so easily, otherwise someone would have helped me. Instead, my frame has been left fractured, my hands useless in their lifelessness.

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