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tonoh
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Tick tock.

Time.

Time is a tool, weapon, and an Idea.

Time is what makes us all mortal.

The inevitability of death is what makes us all mortal.

Knowing that in the end,

We are truly alone.

Time answers all questions differently based on who is asking.

But one answer stays the same.

Death.

We will all die and end up alone.

It is pointless to try and stop it.

Let it be.

It is the only thing guaranteed in life.

Humans take so many things for granted,

but don't realize that the Grim Reaper waits us all.

He patiently awaits the day we succumb to him.

He is permanent.

What he does can never be undone.

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