It is with tremendous regret that most of our lives will pass us by while we trudge through a scape of rather empty milestones. The people we have missed, the memories we have avioded, and all of this walking - For what?
It is with tremendous regret that most of our lives will pass us by while we trudge through a scape of rather empty milestones. The people we have missed, the memories we have avioded, and all of this walking - For what?
Poems about my life
Topics: Animals, music, sa, love, men, depression, Ed and family issues or random little poems that have been inspired by random things (swans, nature, sunsets etc)
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