The time and my thoughts.
It's 12:07AM here.
I'm thinking about how
Some people can listen to laughs in a sea of sadness yet not feel happy for them or marry a heart of blackness after they've already found a rare golden gem.
I'm thinking about how A stitch in time saves nine yet a stitch created by grandmas hands couldn't save mine.
Sometimes I think about who invented these ideas? Who told me that I needed to be saved? Who said if hurt we must apologize? Who said that the sun doesn't bleed and the ocean doesn't cry?
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