I’m living it now,
but soon enough I won’t be.
Complete abhorrence.
Later- nostalgic lament.
It happened once already,
nothing will stop it from repeating itself.
over and over.
Always wanting what I can’t have.
Never happy with what is now.
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Author:
Alex (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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