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In the distance – but never far away – I can hear the tick

Tacking away, as eternal and constant as a heartbeat,

Time is running out, I can feel it pouring out of my veins,

Yet I must not falter, keep on building, slowly, brick by brick,

No matter the hardships, the torments and their lasting stains,

Were I to ever stop the tower would crumble to the ground,

From dust back to dust, I am he who gives meaning to it all,

Oh how often have I given up? How often have I drowned?

Countless times I have woken, countless more slumbered, and repeat…

Will the world, this old mother of ours, on day answer my call?

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Bear minimum: the smallest amount of bears possible, a.k.a. a single bear.