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Apr 18
If I went back in time and saw past me— she’d look at me with hope

She’d ask me if things got better, if life couldn’t possibly have gotten worse

And as I would look down at her, with sorry, empty eyes

All hope would be lost, as I spoke the word–

“No.”
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