past and future
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I keep thinking of yesterdays.Of a yesterday when everything was lamplights and fireflies.Of a time long gone where I was never alone.Wishful thinking, promises to be fulfilled,For a life and destiny well lived;I fashion from these long lost days,
I remeber when I was about 6 years old. I hit my forehead at the edge of a glass table it started bleeding and it left a scar. I remember my little sister crying and me telling her it will be okay.
