As I lay here, I wonder and pounder with racing thoughts, wishing I could go back and rewrite the past. Ill do things differently but not change my outcome. I love with who I hang with and what I do but even eventually that will come to an end. Time is an essence; a burning fuel that does not stop burning. It ticks away time that you will never get back. Its November and it felt like yesterday was the end of summer. Dont enjoy life too much because even that can carry you away.
Posted on: Wed, 06 Nov 2013 08:17:10 +0000
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