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Time. She can be a million things. She can be a gift, or a giver, a punisher, or even a punishment. She sits, stretches herself out between people, places, things. She is endless, and yet, one day, there will be no more of her for us.

I am And always have been Either too much Or too little For the people who have come and gone, And I sit here now Wondering which it will be. Will I be too much to handle? Or too little to hold onto?

Family is not bound by blood. Let me say it again: Family is not bound by blood. Because there are people who call themselves your family and will cut you open just to watch you bleed, and then they will bleed you dry in the name of what they call loyalty. But blood is not thicker than water. People will come into your life and lay themselves down as bricks in your foundation. They are not bound by blood, but they choose to stay, choose to support you, choose to love you unconditionally without wanting anything in return. Family is the people who build you up and help put you back together when you crumble.

but i didn't just fall in love with you. i fell in love with the way that you light up a whole room. i fell in love with the dimples on your cheeks when you smile. i fell in love with the shine in your eyes when you look at me. i fell in love with the way you can make me laugh without trying. i fell in love with the parts of you that are scared to trust, but try anyway. i fell in love with the way that you tell me things you've never shared before. i fell in love with all of you, with every single piece of you, no matter how chipped or cracked or crushed it may be. i fell in love with all of you.

Do not pick a flower because you think it is pretty, for in picking it, you are killing it. Leave it, allow it to grow, and admire its beauty as it does. And it it wilts away, do not cry, for it will be reborn, and you can watch it bloom all over again.

I am so afraid Of wanting you, Because all I have wanted Was never granted Or was taken from me. And it would kill me If I asked for you And I got you, Only for you to be stolen away.

snow swirled through the air, gently in the wind, falling softly to the earth in the eye of the storm. now delicate flakes are forced to the ground into icy heaps and hills, patiently waiting for this storm to finally break.

How is it already November? With the leaves clinging to their branches, Holding on for dear life. How has summer come and gone Like the salty ocean breeze? Christmas is on its way With snow and light and joy. Soon enough, A new year commences, Bringing new life and new adventures. But for now, we are in November.