“sometimes, i feel like all time does is go by. sometimes, i just want it to slow down. sometimes, i want it to fly. all these things, i want from time, but what does time want from me? sometimes, i thank time for being the only one to truthfully tell me things. other times, i praise time for always showing me, but why won’t time ever wait for me? i thought the times belonged to me.. i’m just trying to get the hang of shit before time gets away from me.
thank you for your time.”
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