It's two in the morning, and all I can think about is all of the
things that I didn't say, should've said, could've said, and
shouldn't have said when I had the chance.
But, I guess it doesn't matter because at the end of the day,
no one will remember who you were or what you did
once we all disappear into the oblivion.
The present is only a result of the past and the future depends on
what happens as of now.

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