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[clockworktheory]

Ok, so whilst I was at my Grandmothers house I began thinking about life, death, and time. First things first, what the fuck is time? Time is a crazy thing. I mean, think about it. There is no such thing as time. Just the cycles of the moon and the sun. Thats not tangible, its not real. Its just a movement, a rotation, an act that has nothing to do

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[post_hummus]

Time is such a silly thing. But, some need it to get certain things done.

I, myself, feel that I have a goal in this life. I feel that I can't let myself die until I accomplish this task...because I haven't yet.