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Time

There’s absolutely nothing like the present

Because when retold it is made up

Edited in some shape or form

You can not capture your emotion quite the same, your laugh or your pain

All of those moments lay in different times

 

Remember when we… 

followed by laughter that could be heard from miles away

Remember when you…

The words at the beginning of a conversation that was finally getting it’s time

Remember that song you liked?

Well I thought you’d like this one too

All different times, all different memories

 

Time:

What we always want more of

What we never have enough of

What passes as I scroll

What we had last night

What is not guaranteed and taken for granted

What breeds room for bitterness

What heals the soul

 

There’s absolutely nothing like the present because when retold it is made up

Edited in some shape or form 

You can not capture your emotion quite the same, your laugh or your pain

All of those moments lay in different times

 

Isabella Musherure

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