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A little version of myself, scrawls words under "Dear future me" on a post it, hides it behind a frame, tries to forget it exists.   A bigger version of myself, reads the words on that post it,
Times have changed and I’m aboard the timeless train. The clock goes tick tock and I watch dimensions pass me by ...In attempt to hold onto past circumstances,
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