The strings of time has unraveled and gotten tangled around our throats. We're growing older, and the fear makes it hard to breathe.
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Poetry❝ my heart runs wild with words that shouldn't escape my lips ❞ [[my process of healing//started feb. 13th, 2016]]
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The strings of time has unraveled and gotten tangled around our throats. We're growing older, and the fear makes it hard to breathe.
