“Time is a social construct”
Such adult words, spoken at years of awkward adolescence, read from textbooks scarred with the marks of blue and black pens and Technicolor highlighters.
Or maybe, they were words that were absorbed by the sponge-like mind, spoken and forgotten, then repeated as a parrot does.
The meaning is forgotten, or maybe unknown from the very beginning.
You were there and so was I.
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