A year.
A day.
A decade.
It matters not,
the slow inexorable process
of improving,
of healing,
of growing.
Time is required
to get better,
and I would give you
all of mine.
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Tempus Fugit
A year.
A day.
A decade.
It matters not,
the slow inexorable process
of improving,
of healing,
of growing.
Time is required
to get better,
and I would give you
all of mine.