Another mistake again

it must affect my near future

the way things go

it takes up my life

it takes up the space in my brain

and i made a bad choice

it ruined my voice

my figure

my appearance

my way of mind

oh father, why can't you just understand?

why the fret now?

i can't get a better view

i only sit here

a old man with a pipe hanging from his mouth as he rocks back and forth 

on a rocking chair

eyes to newspapers

with his trousers and his suspenders

i am only a simple time-traveller 

with my age messed up

my voice

and they say

"you are too much of a young boy

to be thinking 

about this"

it's already affected me

i can time-travel

but i can't get rid of those thoughts in the past

they stay permanent

and i rock back and forth

nauseous

nervous

it's already taken up nearly all of my brain now,

and i have fallen ill

the only thing i can do now

is rock and rock until the time just won't stop

rock until my time comes

until i won't be rocking anymore

as i rot 

but i rock

but i rot?

eternal rotting

i won't have a near future

i never did

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EMILIO WROT E THIS

BLEH .BULLY HER

HER POETRY IS MEH (CRINGE OOOUGH)

BULLY HER

don't plagiarize anyone's poetry 

that is considered crime