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You cracked hourglass with sand spilling from behind your ribs. You wasted my time.
To Him I’m just sorry that she had to be your fortune cookie. Broken so you could learn a lesson you already should’ve known.
a weapon will always be a weapon but we choose how we fight the war
Maybe a poem
I am learning that the difference between a garden and a graveyard is only what you choose to put in the ground.
Their smiles are so big, you can fit history inside of them and still have room for right now and the future.
