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I don't think    that t i m e has done its bidding on  us      r i g h t l y and 

      I don'  t think that god cares   about us. b ut let me tell you about  t hi s   one day in October; round about evening,  I  was returning home from class: must have been   the coldest day of autumn, not a single soul on street, no whispering voices  or  shadows,  and for a moment there, maybe less than a second, everything felt alive. even the dead of grey sky and  the cracked glass of this 20 years ago abandoned h o m e. I would have called you love if you stood there w ith m e in that air. I don'  t   think ti m e will ever do it' s bidding on us rightly and  I can'  t assure you there will be a loud applause at the end of        o u r s t o r i e s or there will be confetti and rose deathbeds but know that you can be that n e p t u n e cold breeze and still have that daunting brightness of the skies. you can be the warmth in the storms and n o t everything has t o   be in ruins, including yourself.  you can run your own course in time without s e e k i n g it'  s   forgiveness. 

I don't think even our worst nightmares can justify our becomings

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I don't think we aren'  t  the catastrophes of whole universe in a beat.