Elizabeth survived off one poem and watch her whole life. Until she runs. Runs from the Oil Clock.
Seconds go ticking by,
Minutes begin to fly,
Hours turn and turn,
And each day seems to burn.
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When you come of age, you are only given a certain amount of time to live. Time is your currency, your body's clock. Use it wisely-- it flies. (Based loosely on the movie "In Time".)