Why is it,
as time goes by,
the older I am,
that I thought I was more mature now,
the more things I regret?
How come,
when I always say I don't want to regret anything when I die?
Have I forgotten of how I lived my life?
With every single tear and pain,
do people get weaker, or stronger?
Really...
Adults are pathetic beings.
They think they know how to love.
I guess they just realize how to feel lonely.
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