To count the stars would be a miracle.
To count the number of leaves would be misirable.
To count the threads in a carpet,
or the tiles in a building,
would be just to over come boredom.
But to count every passing minute untill I see you agian,
Until I hear your voice again,
Is everything and nothing like the cliché of 'priceless'.
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~Reflection~
Mostly stories that I come up with, but some things might be personal or something I want to save, and I'll do that here.
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