[ OOM:

I just want one more chance
To put my arms in fragile hands

]

MARCH

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of a second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches, and dragging lulls, but pass it does.

[ OOM: It's been an eventful two days in Forks:

But I'm not the only guy, I know that,
I'm not the only guy I know that
You never notice

And that's not the only lie I told you
That's not the only lie I told you
You never noticed

And I know I don't want this,
oh, I swear I don't want this.
There's a reason not to want this

but I forgot]

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