Sometimes I wish that I could go back
Maybe invent a time machine
And warn everyone of the coming disaster
Or better yet
Prevent it
Maybe I could take my phone away
Or make myself sick so I didn't go to school that day
Or someone could just clap a hand over my mouth
And suddenly it would be over
But you see
There's a problem with time travel
If you mess up, the fabric of time unravels
And who knows what would be the same
If I tried to protect everyone from the pain
That's the problem with time travel
But is it a bigger problem than me?
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Pinto Lesbeans
PoetryMore angsty poetry about my issues and stuff. Also possibly some very vague poems either about friendship problems or relationships. Have fun! This book falls in line with a series of poetry books I have created. The first one is How to be a Bisexua...
