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So much to do,
No time where or when,
The song of a small world plays in my mind like the beat of a drum,
It is dark and lonely here,
I go mad again and again from that same song stuck in my gears until they run rusted, soon I see a small mouse in front of me I prepare to smash and thrash him for disturbing my torture until he launches the thinner at my arms which then smash and crash into multiple pieces leaving me vulnerable as I feel the pain of the machinery holding me together break down as I crumble to dust or break like a pocket watch.
I sit in the same river as my arms now due, cursed to fall apart as time marches on without my chimes or song leaving me all alone in this small world of ours.
