Watching the time slowly run out.
It slowly becomes an impossible task.
It begins to slide.
It begins to slip.
I see the time slipping away right in front of me.
Nothing can get a handle on it.
Bending and twisting.
Nothing can get the time to stand still.
The task at hand is impossible.
Realization sets in as I watch it melt away.
Frustration sets in.
Growing and Growing.
Feeling like a child.
Knowing that this is out of my control.
The frustration turns to.
Devastation.
Realizing all that I have wasted.
Watching the time slowly run out.
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