Lost time is never found again.
Hold it close to your heart, or like the hands on the clock it will stop beating.
tick.. tick.. tick..
You only miss what you had after it's G O N E.
Spend each second like it's your last because it could be the last for someone else.
What if that someone else is someone you love?
Oh, but it is.
How long will it take you go get over the fact you didn't give them o n e last kiss?
How long will it take you to stop b e a t i n g yourself up because you told yourself there would be a next time?
How long will it take you to realise there's n o t h i n g you can do about it?
Live in the present, let go of the past, look to the future.
Stop counting the seconds that you are left behind in. Time is just an excuse to give up.
After all,
Time is just an illusion.
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