All I can remember is that it hurt, the sweet bitterness as mental pieces fell into place. What was once of the future is now of the past. Time is no longer in line as a spectrum, ready to be guided.
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When Boredom Strikes.
PoetryRandom stuff from the random face in a crowd of random people who's words will never be able to be said outloud.
Spectrum.
All I can remember is that it hurt, the sweet bitterness as mental pieces fell into place. What was once of the future is now of the past. Time is no longer in line as a spectrum, ready to be guided.