And pretty soon it will be tomorrow. Yesterday won't mean what it means to me today. It'll just be the past; just like everything else. Like that moment your voice got caught in your throat. Maybe you were a coward. Maybe you thought you could handle it. Either way, words were left unsaid. I bet you can't even remember what they were.
Walk with two things on your mind: love and yesterday. Because tomorrow's yesterday is today. And when you walk, don't you dare leave a trail of chained boxes behind you unless you leave the keys too.
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