I wrestle with time, sometimes, memories over time replaying like an old movie playing over and over again.
I thought it was all behind me. The things that once haunted me but here I am living out those things of memory.
I want a life worth living but these days it’s difficult to find motivation to do anything. Will these hours pass so swiftly through my fingers like a love I thought I once held tightly?
Today is just another day unspoken. Words like experiences unwritten.
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