I always want the days to pass by fast
For those minutes to quickly turn into hours
For Monday to become Friday in a snap of my fingers so that the days in between them blur so badly that I can't even remember
Not realizing that those are my life's hours I will never get back

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Lost in Dreams [Poetry]
PoesíaThis poetry book is made from the thoughts that just appear in my head Each "poem" or chapter will contain 3 or 5 sentences. The poems won't be that long. The poems are also mostly about how am I feeling at the moment. About stress, lost and anxiet...