feels like time is catching up
and I need to hurry but I don't know on what
feels like I'm running to another dead end
after the next
i can't tell if this feeling will ever end
sometimes I want to stop running
and see what becomes of me
but maybe the wrong time is after me
my time will come
and I hope I'm not as prepared as I am now for it
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Poetrya collection of poems i made throughout my teenage years and every moment i felt with the boy i thought i once gave my heart to. • • • • previously known as blurry eyes
