Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Time
It never stops moving, never gets tired. Kills everyone and everything but gives birth to the new. I hate it for certain things and love it for others. It gives me sunburns, hips, and split ends. Some say it heals. What a lie. I say it is a brutal thing, moving with its own cruel intentions, fading memories I need to live on, never wavering, hitting those who notice it with fresh panic.
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