I hate my lack of education, and/or gental rest. The tightin in my chest. The feeling it's never going to be like it was. The times I left to early and the times I stayed to late. I wish I could make sense of now and not be scared of tomorrow, because as much as I wish tomorrow is never going to be like yesterday.
Yesterday is gone and left me alone with you... .. ...
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