I’ve always wished that there were more hours in a day, I felt like 24 was just never enough. Now I feel like there are more hours then I can fill, and I hardly ever look at the time. When I do, it’s always a surprise. I now wake up early without an alarm; I think it’s 10pm but it’s actually 3am; I still think it’s just the start of April but it’s the end of May. Time means nothing to me anymore.
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