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"Grand Theft" |

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Some things die at sunset, a day, a romance, a life. Something that woke in the morning with a vibrant promise of hopeful expectation has ended. What was it I felt the need to achieve, and couldn't? Where did the hours, the days, the years go that I needed to accomplish the feats I once felt so important? Time rushes past me, laughing as He goes, mocking, sneering, for the irretrievable seconds snatched from me when I was caught unaware. He knows I cannot get them back, or make amends for those millions I must have misused. He knows there is only "next time" to try and make better use of the minutes that I had. He will be there then, as well, standing guard, watching, waiting, grabbing at every millisecond that goes astray, and reminding, reminding, reminding - Time belongs... to no man. |