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Chasing Time
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Continúa, Has publicado oct 25, 2020
You think you have it, time minutes, Hours, days even months or years but in one moment everything can change.

And then you have nothing.

Everything you thought you had taken away someway, sometime. 

Still putting on that smile people are use to laughing at the same boring jokes.

Or 

Making the best out of a bad situation believing in something better when there is no other way a story of change and acceptance
                  

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Change is inevitable. People change time changes things change and one moment you may have everything and the next your on your knees with nothing. Time is not a promise to us it's a gift.

Losing yourself and the things around you broken and dead inside wishing it all away praying but nothing happening crying to the point of there not even being anymore tears.

Finally even after you've been broken and used. You turn to God and you raise your hands and say 'heal me'

A story of broken teenagers running to or from something.


Story by :
Bianca Scheepers.
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