Gone tomorrow

Sitting here staring. Wondering, what will life be like when today is gone.
Things you did. Things you’ve seen will be gone.
Left with memories of what once was, but now is gone.
Thinking of how it would have been if I would have just got help.
Changing the future of everyone around me.
Now I sit alone staring and hoping that what I have today is not gone tomorrow.
Hoping that I can make better memories in the future.

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Hopefu and anticipatory, a

Hopeful and anticipatory, a refreshing read. Thanks for sharing!


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