It's a perfect balance of time.
There was a choice, but it was inevitable in the end.
I was late.
No train could of made me gone faster.
Not a single type of automobile would of driven me quicker to the location.
Now they'd have to believe me.
The ground would never walk for me again.
At least not when I'm grieving by the pool.
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Clara
FanfictionNew beginnings are fresh like freshly washed linen sheets in the wind drying. Though it is beautiful, you can't always tell if the breeze was just an early sign of a storm. Especially if you're the type to not watch the news. Alarm clocks at 6:00 am...
