| end of december |
I realized it today while I looked at our Christmas tree
how the time has flown and grown too much for me
I was riddled with memories that I will soon forget
but if I was given the chance, I would choose not to regretand I realized today, as I looked at that Christmas tree
that I have yet to grow, have been too blind to see
but time moves too fast to try to remember
It is not truly the end—only the end of december
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White Noise [Poetry]
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