And if you say this life isn't good enough, you got the kind of mind that can be so not you. So soft, so fast. Two large coffees. Extra shot? You don't have to wear the smile tonight. What should I do? And the real question: should I do something? Is it acceptable? Acceptable even for Arely? Well, that's me. Arely.
That's what happens when you don't allow time to work on you. Regrets and oblivion are set free. And they travel around you. And they catch you. Sometimes. Or they just abandon you. Leaving you with all your memories. Or with nothing.
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Please don't touch. You got it twisted.
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