Time.
I can feel it.
Going fast, too fast.
It's suffocating.
I hate it.
I hate feeling like there is nothing i can do to stop it.
The heartbreak, the horror, the sweet bliss of it all.
Aged, like a good wine.
And trying so hard to hold on, hang on.
I can't breathe.
And finally thinking you've moved on,
But you haven't.
Not even close.
It's like sand, slipping
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