Time. I feel like I never have enough of it. Like I had more when I was younger, a lot more free time when I was alone, endless summers. The 24 felt like something real. You felt each minute of the day.
Then you start working. Start cohabitating. The things you when you're broke and alone. But it's the natual trade-off. Less alone time and more together time. No more summer holidays just 20 days of leave.
After all that it just goes back. Endless alone time with endless summers. Unable to move like you used to but you have your peace and quiet. More broke and less responsibility but time counts down.
Until you're no more.
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