Looked out at nostalgia today. At familiar waters, a familiar bridge from that one poem I wrote (don't worry I'll post it below) and honestly I had no idea where those years have gone. I am impatient right now, feeling stuck in a place I want to escape and with time I will. I forget too often that there is only harm in the hurry and regret in the rush. …
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