Time. Its leaving. Flying by so fast. Taking no time to consider that maybe, maybe, I don't want it to move. What if I wanted to stay nine years old? Or ten? Or glorious thirteen? But no, it laughs as it flys, whisking away the happy times and sad times alike, leaving me with only memories. Now, I feel as if I'm standing on the edge of an endless, unfathomable void. What lies ahead is unknown. What lies behind is dust. The present is like a rug pulled from under my feet, yanked away faster then thought, dropping me into that unfathomable void of the unknown future.
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