Time
Time means so much to me.
It what heals, its what determines what you feel, its what breaks you down.
Time is something we created but its kind of the essence of life.
Time is what grows our mind and what can isolate us from the people we love.
Some people use self harm as a way to get through things, because
seeing the wound heal is seeing time pass by.
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