Rabbit Run Years

Time passes. Tick, tick, tick.

I don’t recognize myself in the mirror very much. I see someone older who looks tired.

The answer to my existence is love, but I don’t know how to work out the problem to get there.

Maybe we will all have respite in heaven, where everyone will be as beautiful as they can be forever.

 

 

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