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Mar 2017
Time, it's worth so much, but in the end it isn't.

I don't want the gift of time anymore, I don't want the gift of love, I don't want the privilege of death.

I want to be free, free from the laws of love and pain and time.

I want to be able to run, feel soft grass under my feet.

I want to be able to feel the smooth stones, under my feet as I deny the small stream it's way.

I don't want more time, I want to live out the time that I have.

I don't want to feel loved, I want to know that I'm loved without someone telling me everyday.

I don't want to know when I die, I want to die when I least expect it, I want to die in way where I don't get to say goodbye, but see you later.

I want to die knowing that they didn't show me pity and beg for time for me.

I don't want time, love, or death.

I want the surprise they are meant to give.

I want the pain of love and death.

I want the end of death and time.

As I want the privilege of love and time.
Aaliyah Montaque
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