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Its 2:07 and I feel as empty now as I did this time yesterday. Or the day before.
I have a problem with time, it slips away. It seems to be constantly chasing me
I tend to forget that it exists until it is right in from of me eating me whole.
I didn’t know that that was a possibility.
To be eaten alive by a concept.
But it is. I have felt it.
Laying in bed alone at night
The darkness creeping up around me along with all of my plan
I will never have time to do what I need. I will never have time to be who I need to be
In a few short decades, nobody will remember me
These words that I write will be gone
These things that I have left behind will crumple and disappear.
Time is a scary creature. It is something that no one can control or grasp in their hands.
It is now 2:14 and I feel like years have passed in these short seven minutes
I have seen my life flash before my eyes
I have seen me grow old and die with the world burning around me.
This has all happened in the blink of an eye.
Seven short minutes and I have grown six years. How do I make this stop?
How do I grasp this beast and make it let me go.
It is now 2:17 and nothing has happened. These three minutes have gone slower than my 18 years on this earth.
Time is a wicked creature that will eat you alive if you’re not careful.
