Sometimes
Sometimes I sit and think of if my life was planned before I got here. Or did i
make it this way. Sometime I wish I could turn back the hands of time and erase
the mistakes that made me what I am today. Was it planned for me to be the way
I am? Or did I create the way I act? Sometimes i wish God would take me to ease
the pain
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