A poem I wrote...
My yesterday's are gone, the tomorrow's will never come, and the present is constant.
Thinking about what I could have of done or what I will do covers my thoughts.
My yesterday's are remembered for their failures.
My tomorrow's are filled with promise
And My present is blurred with distractions.
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