wretched
the thought of another ends
wishing the wheels retract
though it's out of our hands
they say let go of the illusion
that the past won't be different
but still there will be seconds
of our life, thinking
it could have been any different
would it be any different?
Nov 22, 2021
Nov 22, 2021 at 10:11 AM UTC
wretched
the thought of another ends
wishing the wheels retract
though it's out of our hands
they say let go of the illusion
that the past won't be different
but still there will be seconds
of our life, thinking
it could have been any different
would it be any different?
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