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
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