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It was weird thinking about time and how things changed along with it. Despite the weirdness, it'd quickly become a past time of mine, something I did constantly. I watched teens around my age grow old for centuries, never being able to watch it happen to myself. Time passed by like a pendulum, just swinging side to side in front of my eyes. I was trapped and chained to it, a prisoner to watch as everything kept happening, and I was left powerless to stop the monstrous things that occurred each and every day.
It had to change. I loved to watch the time pass by, but I would not remain powerless in that process. I would not sit idly by, not after losing everyone and everything.
