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time is precious, a resource never truly valued until it creeps up behind and leaves nothing but a need for more. the bitter wind bites as the day melts away like a snowflake falling onto the warm surface of human skin. who knew this would be the outcome. it left us with questions, it brought us closer but tore us apart one by one until there was no tears left to cry. and one by one we were made to be happy but we are fake happy, we are breaking on the inside and wanting the escape that tore us apart in the first place.
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Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 6:07 PM UTC
time doesn't heal
time is precious, a resource never truly valued until it creeps up behind and leaves nothing but a need for more. the bitter wind bites as the day melts away like a snowflake falling onto the warm surface of human skin. who knew this would be the outcome. it left us with questions, it brought us closer but tore us apart one by one until there was no tears left to cry. and one by one we were made to be happy but we are fake happy, we are breaking on the inside and wanting the escape that tore us apart in the first place.
time doesn't heal the wounds that turn to scars
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Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 6:07 PM UTC
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