Time:Life:It's Yours To Waste..
I'm far from perfection...
I'm far from knowing who I am...
I make mistakes,
I make wishes.
I dream of what will happen,
instead of living it.
Regrets to me,
are not worth a time to figure out.
I'm far from not knowing,
I'm far from figuring out right from wrong.
I may be crazy,
but that's how I am...
I may be shy,
it just means I have less confidence.
People judge,
they try to tell me what I am...
It's my life,
so all these, I may be, I'm far from, I make; is my desicions.
I can sit here and write,
be descriptive on how my life went and still is going.
It'll be a waste,
because what happened didn't make me...
I made myself...
and that should tell you,
to be who you are,
and don't let time slow you down...
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