Time.
We classify time in categories; seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years, and so on. We don't know when time began, or when it will end. We don't know when our time will end. We all have an expiration date; some people run out of time sooner than later.
That is why, on that foggy Thursday night, I decided to jump off of the roof of my foster home instead of read the John Green book that lies unfinished on my nightstand. That is why I decided, instead of just moving through the predominant motions of life, I would do something insane. I would do something that would probably get me arrested or killed. I would do something, not for anyone else, but for me.
It started on that foggy Thursday night, when time became irrelevant to me.
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Time For Bailey
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