And then I had these dreams of mine. I grew up and they died. I killed my tomorrow, I now live with sorrow.
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And then I had these dreams of mine. I grew up and they died. I killed my tomorrow, I now live with sorrow.
It’s 4:23 in the morning and I’m sipping my black coffee. I’ve made mistakes and lost many, each time I untangle from it. I promise myself not to repeat. It’s a strange feeling, you know, feeling nothing one day and the next day the universe’s weight placed on my shoulder and my belly. The man…