I walk through the halls noticing every small detail I've missed over the past three years.
Another year,
Another day.
And oh God, if only I'd done this,
Or maybe never done that.
How different would it be?
Another year,
Another day.
One more thought - and I want to cry.
Finally, I meet my destination.
*sigh*
One last year,
Pushing through today.
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Up Close And Personal
PoetryMy personal thoughts in one place. Way to be private, oops, I know.
