Passage of Time
(๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ! ๐๐จ๐ค๐ฒ๐จ ๐๐๐ฏ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ ๐๐! ๐ฑ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ซ)Time is considered as money or construct. Time is considered as unfair or lost. Time is considered a blessing or valuable. Time is considered as everything. But why does it take yet give? Why does it let you grow but let you die? Why does it go by so fast yet so slow? I have experienced so many things as I grew, felt so many emotions, I've fallen and stood and made mistakes that I hated myself for... I hated time but I loved it so much. It gave me a chance... it felt to good to be true for something so fragile give me a chance to live for something better. Maybe something worse. But why did it take me back? Why did it take me back to a place that was filled with blood and hatred? Was I meant to change it? Change them? Or was it meant to change me? Why am I here? ________________________ ๐๐ง๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ฒ : ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ฌ; ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ฌ๐ฌ | ๐๐๐ง๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฎ (๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ซ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐๐ค๐๐ง ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง) ๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ง๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ง (๐จ๐ง ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ ๐จ.๐ฆ๐)๐ ๐๐จ ๐๐จ๐ญ ๐๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐จ๐ค๐ฒ๐จ ๐๐๐ฏ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐ฌ/๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ง๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ง ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ญ๐ฌ ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐จ๐ซ! โค๏ธ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐จ๐'๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐! โผ๏ธ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โผ๏ธโฆ