This is what comes of being with people(hey, sometimes I can't avoid it). You think of happier times.

"Mistakes and Promises" (#47)
Drink in the morning sun,
reminiscent of bitter pain
that's become sweet with time.

Illusions of stability
are futile when reality
becomes unavoidable.

When the streets shine
and the air smells
like it did years ago,

your life flashes before you.
You can't regret the mistakes
that you can't stop making.

Seeing myself from the outside,
making the same stupid promises,
will my life someday be worth living?

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