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Precious Time


As each day passes,!I realize how precious my time here on Earth really is. 

Wasted time worrying about bad days takes away from that time we all should be appreciating. Each second should be spent taking risks and making memories. Making our moments count instead of dwelling on what already happened. What's in the past is in the past. We cannot change what has already happened, but we can learn what to do differently in the future. 

All we have is time, such little time. 

Such precious time to spend. 

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