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I look at the clock. It slowly changes numbers by the minute. For every second is a memory. A memory of life. I grow old in this chair, this house. As you hit old age, your memories become more valuable than your dreams. You've made friends, lovers, dreams, sacrifices, mistakes, and memories. As I sit here to die, I think. I'll be thinking about you. How you have made an impression in my life. A dent in my future. A change. A most pleasant one. Without you, I would have been nowhere. If only I had the chance to tell you that now, but it's took late. I'll be gone any second now. I look over at the clock. My minutes are now becoming seconds. I'm fading. My thoughts linger in my head. Oh how I wish you knew. I love you. And you'll never get to know. Only because I never knew I would be gone someday. And this day is today.