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YOUR PROBLEM

i scream

YOUR PROBLEM IS THAT YOU MISS THE PAST

pause

think

wait

scream

YOUR PROBLEM IS THAT YOU MISS THE WAY THINGS WERE

WHETHER THAT IS
- YOUR INNOCENCE
- YOUR FRIENDS
- THE SUN ON YOUR BACK
- LACK OF RESPONSIBILITY
- YOUR YOUTH
- HER (AND YOU KNOW WHO I MEAN)

YOU MISS THE PAST
YOU MISS THE WAY THINGS WERE

YOUR PROBLEM IS THAT YOU LOOK AT THE WAY THINGS ARE NOW AND COMPARE THEM TO BACK THEN

WHEN INSTEAD YOU SHOULD STOP
STOP
STOP

WAIT 

THINK BEFORE YOU REGRET

YOUR PROBLEM IS THAT YOU DO NOT LIVE FOR NOW

THAT YOU DO NOT LIVE FOR TODAY AND FOR WHAT YOU HAVE

YOUR PROBLEM, AS YOU APPROACH THE NEW DAY TOMORROW, IS THAT YOU ARE NOT THANKFUL FOR THE PRESENT

be thankful for the present.

--11.27.19

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