Life In the Past
None of us know how the story ends,
That's what makes life so complicated.
Should we live like there's no tomorrow?
Love like we'll never get hurt?
Accept ourselves for who we are,
And accept others for their differences?
Admit we are wrong and be humble when right?
No, it will never be like this,
We are too busy living in the past,
Rather than living for our future.
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