The move of time
It just suddenly stops. Everything is still, even my mind, my thought, my hands, my legs… The atmosphere is completely frozen.
I know I will hurt you, and myself, so much. But it will pain me much more if we continue this way.
Life is unfair, we know that. We have to adapt. We have to move on…
Too much of anything may kill you!
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I don’t even know either I’m empty or overloaded with thoughts now.
