I will not allow
My precious time
To be wasted
By those I do not value.
Days slip past me
Unremarkably
And it angers me
What a waste.
I wish to live
With few regrets.
I wish to live
With bright memories
I wish to live.
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The Heart Doctor
PoetryTravelling through the world of love and hurt. It's a train that will not stop when you want to. But god what a journey.
