But Time, It Is Like Charm. You

There Was So Much Goodness In My Life. So Much Happiness. I Wondered Whether I Deserved Any Of It.

And That's The Thing About People Who Mean Everything They Say. They Think Everyone Else Does Too.

I Ran. A Grown Man Running With A Swarm Of Screaming Children. But I Didn't Care. I Ran With The Wind Blowing In My Face, And A Smile As Wide As The Valley Of Panjsher On My Lip. I Ran

She Passed These Years In A Distant Corner Of Her Mind. A Dry, Barren Field, Out Beyond Wish And Lament, Beyond Dream And Disillusionment. There, The Future Did Not Matter. And The Past Held Only This Wisdom: That Love Was A Damaging Mistake, And It Accomplice, Hope, A Treacherous Illusion.

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