Time belongs to me as I belong to it.
I cannot create, save, or borrow time. I can only spend it.
Time happens with or without me.
Time is what I make of it.
Death spares no one.
I don’t know how much time I have left.
All I can do is now… and nobody but me can choose how to spend this infinitely precious intersection with eternity.
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