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Time


The older I get, the more I realized that there is nothing more precious than time,

And I have finally realized that I no longer want to waste mine.

For so long, I cared too much about what people thought about me,

And I realized that I cared too much about what people were going to think, do, or see.

But I finally realized that this meant that my life was no longer mine,

Because since I cared too much about what people thought, I was so concerned about everything that I left behind.

Because I only thought about everything that I didn't do because I cared too much about what people thought,

And that everything I wanted, happiness, memories, and time, were things that are not able to be bought.

and that I missed out on living so much of my life,

Because I was so concerned about who might be at the other end holding the knife.

But I realized that I need to keep moving forward, despite the pain,

Because you live your best life when you smile and learn to dance in the rain.

And I know that even though I have had to deal with some tough shit,

Despite it all, I kept going, and I never allowed myself to quit.

Even though I have done well, I know that I can do so much better,

Because I don't want to settle, and I want to continue to be a goal setter.

I have so many goals that I want to achieve, and so much that I want to do,

And I know I can do it, and I know I can do it after everything that I have been through.

I have taken advantage of so much for so long, and I don't want to do that anymore,

Because they may have won the battle, but I have won the war.

I finally realized that I don't need approval of anyone else to be the person that I want to be,

And I don't need anyone else to believe in me.

From this day on, I am no longer going to waste a single second of my time,

Because I am going to take everything back that was once mine. 

 

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