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I would write a million words if I could, about how generous Time is.
I would make songs and sing ballads with sincerity.
But I can't; because It has nothing of that sort.
Generosity it knows naught.
It is just a tool that has been used generously by people
To hurt and maim.
To build to fame.
It is terrifying how little time is needed
to distort your peaceand marr your face.
It is terrifying how quickly tears take up time's space.
O, how easily time lets things take shape.
An hour, or five, would bring more than enough change.
For better... or worse.
- A Fate In Time.
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