Loss via bombs from the sky. Loss via chicanery and lies. Loss via a warm, hungry candle. Loss via cowardice. Loss via divorce. Loss via death. Loss via lack of trust, lack of patience, lack of trust.

The seconds jusp by like frogs off a hotplate, and mostly we just watch them flicker and fly. But there are those which will burn your lap, or melt your clock, or distract you from the next moment, the one that will bring our loss.

There are a thousand and forty easy ways to hate what you've done, what you've become, and your well of self-pity. Instead, you should hate yourself for not turning off the hotplate.

Then, you should turn it off.

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