We live in moments that slip through our fingers, yet we still chase them, hoping they will last..
A/N: We are time's prisoners, grasping at fleeting moments like sand slipping through trembling hands, desperately trying to hold onto what was never meant to stay. Escaping our reach no matter how tightly we hold on. We forget that they are not ours to keep, and yet, we continue to chase them, hoping they will stay long enough to heal the emptiness we carry.
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Salt and Sugar
NezařaditelnéSome words will sting like salt on an open wound. Some words will soothe like sugar on the tongue. Both are needed. Both are a part of the journey. Here, in these pages, you will find the salt of your tears and the sweetness of your dreams. The bitt...
