The only thing worth all my dimes
In this world it is called time
The thing about time is that it passes so fast
And you don’t realise it until it’s the past
Then you think about all the choices you made
And sometimes you wish they would somehow fade
At some point in life everyone wants to go back
To tell their younger selves there’s nothing they lack
I say this for all those who can relate
Don’t let yourself become someone others create
- Author: Your_dreams ( Offline)
- Published: April 2nd, 2024 15:54
- Category: Unclassified
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