"We've actually reached the minimal amount of time in order to say years"
You’ve stuck with me
For years now I guess.
It doesn’t seem like years,
but it definitely feels like it.
It doesn’t seem like years because,
Hell
when I see you
It’s like waking up from a nightmare and being like,
Holy shit.
I’m really not dead.
We went our separate ways,
West and east that is.
It’s been 3 hours, or a century
I can’t really tell
But it’s been at least century.
-Ainsley Smith
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