Apr 2018
Past at my ankles with every step
Future rolling over me without sleep.
Is there a way to replay the past without sulking in regret
Or am I stuck replaying good times waiting for my death?
Future rolling over me without sleep.
Is there a way to replay the past without sulking in regret
Or am I stuck replaying good times waiting for my death?
Written by
mato devin
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