yah tis is my first time thought i might get a blog to keep my life occuopied hehez...o well...it's time to go getting late... drop by next time... nitez...
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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