sometimes...i feel sooo much better of dead...soo much better of living up dere wiv god...no stress no unhappiness no misunderstanding...mayb mayb ....haiz i dunnoe la...SOBX...
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.
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