
26.
I thought that
by now
I would have been
sipping wine in my own balcony.
writing things that people want to read.
living life to the fullest.
But here I am
lying in bed wondering where did all that lost time go.
constantly reminding myself that life is still worth the living.
.
.
.
Maybe I’ll get there
by the time I am
36.
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