Time passes in front of your eyes. You're born, you get old and then you die. Time can heal your wounds if you let it do so, or it can make it even worse.
Time is an unstoppable force that reigns upon us, and we can't do anything about it. The only thing left for us to do is sit, and wait for the inevitable end to arrive and stop this hell.
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Late-start InkTober
Non-FictionI will not post this on the right order because I started late and posted it even later than that. Other than that, it's my attempt to be spookier or more deep, although my stupidity is spookier and by toilet is deeper than all of this.