When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?
Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now,
From deep within the flow of time...
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then we ran like the wind
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
In eighth grade you used to be so mean to me & I remember you’d always wear a black jacket. I thought you were so smart but you hated me. You probably don’t remember this but I do. You seem a lot different now & I hope you’re doing well
Yeah I was like that lol, and thanks
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