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16.
Flying by the time slips out of my fingers like sand. The harder I try to keep it in my hands the faster is escapes.
I don’t want to lose this, I want to keep every last grain, bottle them up and keep them around my neck, close to my heart. Forever.
But life never goes as planned, just how this wasn’t a part of my plan. You weren’t. And now you’re everything and I fear just as time is slipping out of my hands soon you will too.
And I’ll be alone, without you. Surrounded in wasted time.
