Killing Time
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Time is money. It's true. Time was hers to spend.
Things will soon be lost in the endless sands of time. Globally, yes. Personally, a definite no.
Time heals. It only made her forget a little, but it literally aged her.
When you're young, you fail to see just how little time you have. To age 18, there are 18 years, but only 939 weeks. At most you have 6570 days or 157680 hours, more than half of which are spent sleeping or in boredom. You can, at most, spend 9460800 minutes in those years doing things like walking, talking, eating, sleeping, staring off into space, worrying, thinking, wishing, believing, and waiting. Keep in mind, those minutes hold 567648000 seconds which clock by so fast you don't notice them.
By the day, you lose 86,400 seconds. By the day, you lose 1440 minutes. By the day, you lose time. Seize the day, that's what always ran through her head. Squeeze the day. Ring it for everything it's worth. You won't get a second chance.You will run out of seconds, minutes, days, weeks, months, years, decades. The deadline is coming up. Coming ever closer. Cornering you with the intention to take you whether you like it or not. It's the event when death and fate themselves comes to meet you personally. It is the day when what you've done is judged by someone, anyone. It is the moment when you lose the ability to touch, sense, and feel others. It is the point when you lose the chance to affect the world and exist in our reality.
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