Everything’s messy anyway.

  
Time is going to lapse away. It keeps slipping- years, deaths, births, sorrow, burials, debris. Everything is changing, it’s fast, it’s dizzy, it’s making my head spin. But the fastness couldn’t matter, it couldn’t falter the beauty of it. Everything’s messy in a way; everything’s messy anyway.

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