It's funny, don't you think, how time seems to do a lot of things? It flies, it tells, and worst of all, it runs out.

Markus Zusak
It's funny, don't you think, how time seems to do...
It's funny, don't you think, how time seems to do...
It's funny, don't you think, how time seems to do...
It's funny, don't you think, how time seems to do...
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Time is a commodity that we have no control over. We can't keep it. We can't save it. In certain aspects, we can even lose it.

However, it does many things for us, like tell us to do things and also flies like a bird. It seems like time is the only one who has the power to do all these things, but then again that is because we can't always control it. Even though we don't have any control over time, we should still treasure every second, every minute, and every hour because they will all seem like "hours" at some point in time.

Source: Fighting Ruben Wolfe

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