I have been with humans for as long as I can remember but still, I can't understand them. People hate me because my hands move too slow, but they're going to blame me for being too fast when they are having fun.
I love numbers but I couldn't get past through the number 12.
I am the best distraction. People couldn't concentrate on what they are doing when they see me-- during exams, meetings, class discussions, etc.
I am the center of attention and people always notice me, but I am still wondering why I remain as a wall flower.
I leave a mark on every wall I go.
Sun rises, sun sets, my life has always been a cycle of de javus. Even when I stop my hands from moving, I know I am still correct twice a day.
I have something that even the richest man couldn't buy-- TIME.
I control it in my hands. And that, my dear, is why I am richer than anyone else.
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