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The past is a thing that really sin't there. We think it. We like to think we have the past, usually so we can use it as an excuse for what we do, whether our actions are good or bad. The truth is that we are slowly dying day by day. Right now, you're clock is ticking. There is not past, only this moment, which will end and enter another moment. Even now, the moments are dying, as I type this word.
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