See? Time doesn't heal. It waits patiently for us to give up on everything we are silently fighting for. It waits patiently for our oh-well-whatever-will-be-will-be.

Oh well, whatever will be, will be. Poof.

See mine, dear time? Are you happy now?

However, there's still a little hope behind every oh-well-whatever-will-be-will-be.

Whatever will be, will be. Whatever will not be, will not be.

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