Time Is Running Out

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Reblog

You can try and escape the story of your life, but you can’t.

It happened.  The baby died, the dog died.  A heart broke.  

I knew you when you were young, I know your heart broke too.

I will know you when we are both old, and maybe wise. I hope wise.

I know you now.  Your story.  

Mine isn’t the one I would have chosen in the beginning, but I’ll take it.

It is my story.  It’s only mine.  

And it’s not over.

There’s time.

There is time. 

There is so much time.

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(Source: lambtime)