Running
There's a gas station a short walk from my house. The sign has changed three or four times since I was a toddler. The paint job is newer but on the inside it's still 2005. The old library got flooded in 2017, it just got reopened almost a decade later. I haven't been inside, but I can feel the layout, I doubt it has changed. Where do the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, and so forth go? The more renovations I see around me, the faster time runs. I would like to chase it down to take back what it took from me.
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