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Today I discovered
that every seven years,
the skin that contains you
will replace itself.

I beg the hands of the clock to circle faster:
For it will be
four years,
two months,
and eighteen days,
until this body
is not the same one you

And I am tired of counting,
because I know
there is no amount of time
that will save me
from the movie that plays
when I shut my eyes.


- M.H., “I Never Cared for Math” (via ed-free-maggie)

(via thingsdonthappendovernight)

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