Desperation

 It was when he held his heart in his very own hands that he felt the deepest desperation. Everything that meant something and had even the most faint value was within it and… it was doomed to slip away with every single inevitable tick of the passing time. It was made of sand and it was made to end.the_world_in_a_grain_of_sand_by_jordanrobin

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