So here we are, eraser-phrases echo through the air. Words hang unsaid.
(Unfortunate when you think of all the time we’re given)
Tomorrow will be torn between the potential and the probable. Lines will be remembered and forgotten. Time will be cherished and wasted….
But if we got it all done tomorrow then what would be the point of any more days?
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This feels like a crisis that I’m in as of this moment.
*hugs*