The clock is literally frozen this isn't a metaphor it's really stopped,
I said I'd hold my breath until this minute ends and now a few of my veins have popped,
I'm stuck sitting here between seconds forty-five and forty-six,
Wondering if the whole world is frozen too just like this,
Waiting for it to snap back on and zoom to the exact time,
Hoping that the second hand and the twelve form a perfect line,
Listening for the sound of a bell or for my teacher to say goodbye,
But nothing happens because time is stopped and in this moment I'll forever lie.
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