When you least expect it those things you dread come knocking at the door of borrowed time It feels much too soon and cruel and unfair that all the moments and all the things are fleeting fleeing from our grasp until all that's left slowly fragments and fades and then vanishes across time
At the Door of Borrowed Time
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