There was a time when I tried to take the early train, but in the end I let it leave without me. But just as I've begun to cross the railroad tracks, last night that same train hit me. And it hurt to realize, that was why I'm still here.
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2015: Let's Pretend I Know What I'm Doing
PoesíaFor this year, I bring 2015: Let's Pretend I Know What I'm Doing, a compilation of less serious poetry that's a little more upbeat, and maybe even slightly comedic.
