Someday, you’ll hear the concern
behind every censure.
Someday, you’ll be kinder to your parents
and feel sorry for others’.
Someday, you’ll find a stranger
in your mirror.
Someday, you’ll miss the comfort of certainty.
Someday, you’ll want real food.
Someday, you’ll be all grown up
and hating it.
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dont do it! its suicide! I thought we all had some years to go before... no, its too late... Is it? please tell me its not! Pleeeeeeeeeeee...
someday? bastard. we all wish we were lucky enough to delay the realization of unpleasant realities.
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