When
did I run out of time? When did the
scales tip, did the hourglass turn over?
The
end is in the beginning, the saying goes, so the day I crawled into the world I
was already out of time.
But
then the days became weeks, the weeks months, and the months years. It appeared I was immortal.
But
then my immortality ran out of time, too.
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