Time
Time is universal, a ticking omnipresent clock that never falters in its pace. No matter what place in this world you exist in, time still progresses. And that my friends is the sad truth. Time still goes forward, even when the pain you endure stings as if it were inflicted mere minutes ago. Time drags you forward, despite you kicking and screaming for it to stop for just one moment. Time waits for no one.
So though time proceeds on till the chill in the air signifies the beginning of October, one ponders how can things go back to the way they once there were? How can the ignorance of the past exist when the memories of the truth pulse achingly beneath one's skin?
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