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Like clockwork the routine never changes…

Tic you wake,

Tic work,

Tic clean,

Tic scream…

You smile but feel no joy, then awake but feel no peace…

With your heart in turmoil and mind at war, your body is tired and ready to fall…

You are STRONG! they chant…. but what is strength? A way to move on to the next day without giving in?

To feel peace again is all you ask, joy will come once your heart is masked….

so you wait…tic tic tic…

 Natty ODou