The older you get the more you reflect.
You reminisce, recollect.
Let your past infect.
You dissect memories, relive journeys.
How did time fly, soon I'll be in my thirties.
But you see I don't want to live in you.
Like being stuck in a queue.
I want to escape you and the things you do.
An encumbrance that burns my conscience.
I need abeyance.
But you haunt me.
You're like an enemy.
But I can't let you go because you are me.
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