Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
My mind is ready to let you go, but my heart just wont let me.
Stephanie Meyers
My mind is ready to let you go, but my heart just wont let me.
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