TIME PASSES. EVEN WHEN IT SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE. EVEN
when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise, It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does.
Even for me.
when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise, It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does.
Even for me.
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