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May 2016
Every night I'd read "Text me tomorrow."
As if I had to be told.

Now there is no tomorrow.
And all I want is yesterday.

Yesterday there were fights,
But for something.
Yesterday there was bitterness,
But for something.
Yesterday I knew something,
But today I no longer.
Next week is this weekends tomorrow. Nothing ever changes and time is only how we view it. I see time differently than you.
Shawn Mehaffey
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Shawn Mehaffey  Pennsylvania
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