Prisoner of Time.

I don't remember when it started.

Or maybe I do... I just don't want to.

Time doesn't move for me the way it does for you.
It drags. It repeats. It doesn't let go.

I have lived longer than I was ever meant to.
Long enough to see the same endings... again and again.

People call it a gift.
They're wrong.

If it was a gift, it wouldn't feel like this.

It wouldn't feel like watching everything fade while you remain-unchanged, unwanted, unfinished.

I'm not trying to save the world.

I just want this to end.

But time... doesn't listen.

Prisoner of Time