Mid-life:

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I wish things could go back,
To the way they used to be,
Before I became this person,
I don’t recognise anymore.

Life was a sweet treat,
And maybe I was in denial,
About certain things,
But the tomorrows,
Were full of bountiful hopes,
And nothing seemed insurmountable.

This skeleton staff is being,
Stretched too thin,
And I drift into tomorrow,
Like a ghost that has a dim memory,
Of what it’s like to be living,
And the sneaking suspicion,
That if I fake it, I might make it.

girl and bird tipanie annick

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