The concept of time is often mistaken.We live life like we have all the time in the world.We waste everyday just repeating our daily routines.And when we finally figure out what life is truly all about.We curl up in a corner and get buried 6ft under.We wish upon stars to take us back before we formed all these scars.Or we get told don't look back the past is the past.Why?Why do we live the way we do?Why does it take something traumatic to happen to you?Is time truly indefinite or is it just a made up reality?
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The Words Of A Poet
PoetryGroup of poems combined together...not much to it,other than you'll have to read it for yourself. **Will be edited all the time**
