Time is a construct, a fabricated ticking clock. So you bide yours and i'll spend mine thinking up the things that you don't have the time to think yourself. You're somewhere else.
I can't just sit here and watch your mind waste away, though lately my has also gone astray. But it hasn't quite yet rotted out, that's one thing i think about everyday.
I feel fine at my own pace. But when the time comes, you'll be in the same place. Enjoy the moments we have now because i won't always be around.

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