7 years

7 years, 

It's time I can't retract, 

7 years, 

I want my home back. 

 

7 years, 

I have another life, 

7 years, 

by now you could have had kids and a wife. 

 

7 years, 

we won't be dancing to 90's music,

7 years, 

mom and I cry to them as we're cruisng.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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