Running Out of Time!!

I carried tomorrow like an inheritance, certain it would be waiting where I left it. Meanwhile, the seasons folded into one another, the faces I loved became memories, and the years slipped through my hands disguised as ordinary days. Only then did I understand— the clock was never measuring time. It was measuring me.

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