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Jun 2020
And I’ll always be longing for something more,
Although to an outsider I should be content,
But nothing in this world matters to me,
For I am lost and it is too late to go back,
Maybe I’ll reminisce about the days I dared to dream,
Maybe I’ll look back and regret that one time,
But the wonders of today are the only things that I should focus on,
Even if the past blemishes my soul.
Written by
Whimful
94
     Fawn
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