Silence had woken the decaying girl.
Decaying is something that happens to everyone besides time, time was never young and never old, time was just there, time was dull, cold and lonely.
Humans asked for so much. Time had viewed them as greedy and selfish. They would wish to become older but when grey hair sprouted from their scalp and the skin looked as if it'd been soaking in water too long they'd curse Time with all their raging emotions.
The decaying girl thanked Time softly for his kindness for enabling her to live the short life that danced around her bodies sick heart.
The lights inside Time that had been blown came back to life for the words from the girl had touched his once glass soul.
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Poems
RandomShort stories and poems Pm or comment for requests. P.s I don't know how to write fücking poems every time I ask my teacher she ignores me.
