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May 2016
You hear a lot about love when you're a kid but they fail to prepare you for it.
They don't tell you that breaking yourself down into the size of sand grains because you fell in love with an empty hour glass and wanted to be the only thing keeping her time wouldn't be enough to make her stay.


Now You're scattered across the floor trying to find their warning.
My time is up.
De'Ann Tatarevich
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