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You're standing in the sun, oblivious to the sunset coming for you. I’ve seen the end, and it’s closer than you think. Stop wasting your precious breath on vanities. Every second you squander is a coin you’ll never get back. Wake up before the dark finds you.

You see, back when I was young, there was this family living next door, very, very different from the rest of us. The mother worked so hard, taking care of five children all by herself. People in town would talk, but she just kept going, doing what she had to do.

The sun barely broke through the gray clouds, offering light but no warmth. They moved like ghosts through the yard, eyes fixed on the distant horizon where the wire fences met the sky. Every breath was a struggle, a small victory against the biting cold that never truly left.

When I was young, we had this neighbor, very, very kind woman. She would come over and help with the garden work, and her children played in our yard. But times were different then, and people worked harder in those days, helping each other more.

When I was young, very young, there was this neighbor of ours, a kind woman who lived alone. She would sit on her porch every evening, and the other people in town, they wondered about her, why she never married or went to the social gatherings.

You’re standing in the sun, thinking the warmth will last forever. But the shadows are long, and they’re stretching toward you while you sleep. I’ve buried everyone I ever loved; all those words are just dust now. Stop acting immortal; you’re just a guest who’s overstayed his welcome.

Sometimes I watch the birds outside my window, remembering when I used to walk in parks with her. The morning light catches their wings just so, and I think about how time moves like those birds - swift and graceful, leaving only memories behind.

The young clerk at the pharmacy counter kept calling me "sweetie" and "dear." I just stood there, my weathered veteran's ID in hand, remembering times when such words carried weight. Sometimes silence speaks louder than any response I could give.