done

Maybe I will? Maybe it's time to climb that rung hang that picture up. Each day I've seen this face you wear, this soul you've bared in bits and pieces over the years and though I tried I could never love you honestly or trust you ever meant what you said or leave my soul in your care. The hands of time my only friend, not the mere aquaintance that need not be taken seriously nor spent in the honor of another. . . done

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