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Lot Essay
In the Artists words:
Time is ticking and my life is racing.
With each passing second, I leave behind a trail of memories.
I experience hurt, happiness, sadness, and love.
All these moments are precious, yet they slip away unnoticed.
By the time I realize, it's already too late.
If only there were a way to stop its relentless time...
For now, I can only wish for time to slow down and accept my fate.
Time is ticking and my life is racing.
With each passing second, I leave behind a trail of memories.
I experience hurt, happiness, sadness, and love.
All these moments are precious, yet they slip away unnoticed.
By the time I realize, it's already too late.
If only there were a way to stop its relentless time...
For now, I can only wish for time to slow down and accept my fate.