Blatant truth is staring me in the face, devoid of freshness. But I don't want to take it on.
Not now, please.
I want this. Make time cease to function for a moment, let time take a breather.
It's been working and working and working ever since, forever.
Give time a pension.
Give time a ticket for a cruise on the Mediterranean.
Anything, just, make it slow down at least.
Time, please help me counter perplexity.
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