I lay in bed and mourn a hundred lives I have yet to live

I worry about what my future will hold

I cry tears for days that have not passed

I want to get better at living in the moment

Soaking in only what is right in front of me

But my sensitivities keep my tear ducts flowing for time lines not crossed

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