"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".
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".
Did I ask too much?
ResponderEliminarMore than a lot.
You gave me nothing,
Now it's all I got.
We're one
But we're not the same
See we
Hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher lawLove is a temple
Love is a higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't keep holding on
To what you got
When all you've got is hurt
happy birthday...too late but doesn't mean i forgot it
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