Oh time. It's all I had.
It was my time.
It has been taken away.
Oh time.
I need to borrow some time.
First quality time, the worries free kind of time.
I need to let my mind float free with time.
Just like Otober leaves...sweetly, silently, absently falling
all around me
all over me.
If a simple leave can be so light, why can't I?
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