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The past, the present, the future. What I've done, what I'm doing, what I will do. The old me is not the same as the me I am today. I broke bones and I broke hearts but that's okay. Now it's the present, time to reflect on who we were. Just don't look back for too long or the memories will burn. I know I did wrong but next time I'll do right. Next time I won't leave you alone in the night. Next time will be different, "I'll save you," I said. But when is the next time, if you're already dead.
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 1:13 AM UTC
Time —too late
The past, the present, the future. What I've done, what I'm doing, what I will do. The old me is not the same as the me I am today. I broke bones and I broke hearts but that's okay. Now it's the present, time to reflect on who we were. Just don't look back for too long or the memories will burn. I know I did wrong but next time I'll do right. Next time I won't leave you alone in the night. Next time will be different, "I'll save you," I said. But when is the next time, if you're already dead.
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 1:13 AM UTC
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