Countdown (a short story by Lex Mark)
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My timer has always been at zero. I try and accept it, but my heart aches for love. I know I'll never find true love; it'll never be real, because I don't have a soulmate.
(based off the writing prompt with soulmate countdown timers on their wrist)
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