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It’s like a ticking time bomb. 

Waiting for an explosion. 

You need to be quick. 

Time is running out. 

Every minute counts. 

Yet your feet is glued to the ground. 

Immobile. 

Guarding what’s left behind. 

Held back by all the memories. 

Not willing to let it go. 

Because you’re not sure if it’s all going to fade. 

Once the time bomb goes off.