I feel the time that I
stole from myself
creeping up behind me,
pushing me towards a
future
that I cannot be sure of.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC
I feel the time that I
stole from myself
creeping up behind me,
pushing me towards a
future
that I cannot be sure of.
I wish I wouldn't have spent so much time ******* up.
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