They call me many names. They scold me like I am a slave. But they never knew, they never will. That deep inside they kill me every day. Every other day I gather the pieces. To rise and shine like the sun,. Over the tears that begin with the night. But I am not the one to fall, not the one to give up;. As I see the sun rise again through the window,. I start searching for the pieces to join again.

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WHAT MOTIVATES ME- THE MAN IN THE MIRROR. MY PHODISO, MY PRIDE. I WOKE UP FACING THE WALL. On MY PHODISO, MY PRIDE. The clock will keep ticking. Life will make you realise things that you never really thought they exist. What is time? Why do we imprison ourselves within the faces of our clocks and worry about the arms as they keep counting? 0613am. You wake up screaming the same words. Damnit! July 6, 2015. Leave a comment on The clock will keep ticking.

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