time passes, even when it seems impossible. even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. it passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls. but pass it does, even for me.
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- i will never forgive you.
- the days at the park.
- you make me sick.
- how come you weren't here?
- i fell in love at the sea side.
- i hate you.
- i hate pretending.
- who are you?
- this time, i mean it.
- listen up bitch. i dont want your shit and i swear...
- you found me.
- keep smiling.
- i feel on top of the world.
- i'll miss you, we all will.
- i'll find you.
- every thing ends.
- i did love you.
- i miss you mo'fucker.
- i can't do this.
- it's been twelve years.
- FHHAATTBK
- daddy's girl.
- you make me happy in every way possible.
- what happened.
- of all people
- happy family?
- pixie and peaches.
- sometimes i wonder.
- what are you doing to me.
- what my ears eat for breakfast.
- the night before she broke completely.
- do you love me.
- i'll find you.
- sound familiar?
- my second family.
- where are you?
- HOMESICK.
- wake up.
- raegan alana.
- you're beautiful.
- answer this.
- I'M HAPPY.
- why you of all people?
- when your eyes are locked on mine.
- what about now?
- fearless.
- my best friend.
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