Why hold on to something,
That will eventually slip through,
The spaces between our fingers?
Like the sands of time.
Pointless.
Futile.
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 10:15 PM UTC
Why hold on to something,
That will eventually slip through,
The spaces between our fingers?
Like the sands of time.
Pointless.
Futile.
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