Dear...Dear Time, Pleas stop. I’m running out of you all together in ever-individual way and place in my life.
I’m really tired of you changing everything and everyone around me, stop changing everything pleas. Dear Everyone, I'm sorry for everything i've done. P.S Wrong would be a word to add in to this mess.
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love, sarah
ps-you're the best kid ever invented