No Time Left
I want my days to turn into weeks and months.
I want my days to turn into weeks and months.
I want my months to turn into years.
But what would happen if my life was taken away from me?
Months would turn into weeks
Weeks into days
Days into Hours
Hours to Seconds
Seconds to Milliseconds…
Milliseconds to nothing…
Take the time to take my last breath…
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