It's 11:28 in the evening
Here I am still thinking
Problem here, problem there
Maybe problems are my forever
Now, my life seems so messy
It's tough and not easy
Full of what if's
In so many things, I did regrets
What if I did that thing?
What if I've said it in perfect timing?
What if I can change everything?
Can I fix all of those wretched living?
Yes...my life may be full of rue
I am aware of it and that was true
But I'm here, still hoping and praying
Wishing to live freely, where there will be and no more deploring
- Author: Pax_Optima_Rerum ( Offline)
- Published: June 4th, 2023 19:45
- Category: Sad
- Views: 2
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