Six days ago:

A new poem that I wrote earlier.
It's ingenious in that it is exactly what a highschooler thinks.

Six days ago
I would have told you that
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But now it's now.
So I won't.





(:
Anyway.
No matter who you were, you'd still be you.
Think about that when you wish that you were someone else.
We don't live in the present.
Because this is now the past and that was the future.


Stay calm,
RyanDilks.

ps. we do not live. we adapt.