Time, Don't Stop.
Na. Me. Aku. You.Time Stops
No. Don’t.
Come back to me.
Never be out of my sight.
Not for a minute.
Not for a moment.
I’ve spent my whole life for you.
I married for you.
I worked for you.
I didn’t sleep for you.
I feel pain everytime you raise your voice at me.
And now you’re leaving?
Time, don’t stop. Give my son back to me.
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A/N: An imaginitve look into the thoughts of the mother of the students in that ferry.
Writing is also a form of art.
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