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So, how do you finally realize? There are a dozen of things that you’ve already missed People, moments, facts, affections, chances, or even jokes These are all of things that you hope to be on pause Or wish to be replayed with another better verses Somehow you judge yourself for being stupid, dumb, and foolish Just because you think you chose the right things and disposed the wrong ones Turns out, it only makes you drown in the ocean of remorse And then you start blaming all the universe Keep uttering rhythms that make your melancholy get worse But, just like any other books that have been written There are various story lines to make it different from the others Each story line’s guided by chapters And there’s no wrong chapter to be included in destined story line So, how do you finally realize? The dozen things you missed weren’t the part of chapters in your outstanding story line Tragedies, it all happened. Just.to .slow .down. the .tempo . If it’s not yours, then it won’t be yours Sounds familiar?
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Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 12:53 AM UTC
not the chapters
So, how do you finally realize? There are a dozen of things that you’ve already missed People, moments, facts, affections, chances, or even jokes These are all of things that you hope to be on pause Or wish to be replayed with another better verses Somehow you judge yourself for being stupid, dumb, and foolish Just because you think you chose the right things and disposed the wrong ones Turns out, it only makes you drown in the ocean of remorse And then you start blaming all the universe Keep uttering rhythms that make your melancholy get worse But, just like any other books that have been written There are various story lines to make it different from the others Each story line’s guided by chapters And there’s no wrong chapter to be included in destined story line So, how do you finally realize? The dozen things you missed weren’t the part of chapters in your outstanding story line Tragedies, it all happened. Just.to .slow .down. the .tempo . If it’s not yours, then it won’t be yours Sounds familiar?
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Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 12:53 AM UTC
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