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The Killer

Tags: time, killer, death

Let's face it, we all have it.

It’s killing me,
exacting revenge for all the times I killed it.
It’s not doing it quickly, either.
Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, as if to torture me,
it reaps my sorrow.

A cold-blooded killer,
this thing just laughs.
It laughs and eats away at me,
like guilt,
but for no reason.

What did I do to deserve such punishment?
I killed something precious.
We all have it,
some of us, too much,
some, too little,
some just don’t notice it.

Time.
The number one killer.
Once yours is up,
you’re a gonner.
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