Time
The year is passing
but it seems to never end
most days I want to crawl back in bed
I want to fall back asleep
and pretend nothing ever happened
to dream of what could have been
of the past sixteen years
to imagine a life without flaw
but I know eventually I’ll wake up
and reality will finally hit
my life may be rough
but I wouldn’t take any of it back
good things come from the bad
and we often pull through
it’s the broken paths
that lead us to the future
and the things that are to come
It’s our broken pieces
that make us who we are
the past may be hell
but I’ll never take it back
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