Left behind
Who am I? What will I be?
Life is so short; why can't I see?
I spend my days scrolling away.
Why can't I wake up? I want to see your face.
Our time is limited; I'm moving to another place.
When I finally realize, it will be too late.
If only I could stop. Suppose I could look to our future and see.
I'm sorry I didn't spend the time I had.
I'll look at our memories fondly, even though they were cut in half.
I love you, with all I have.
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