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if i had known before what i know now?

i probably wouldn't have learned to appreciate early mornings and late nights the same.

little did i know back then that i was chasing dead butterflies. rubbing my eyes over and over again in the hopes that the phosphenes would stay. staring intently at shooting stars and willing them so stop.

never once did i stop to consider that i was the one that needed to pause to take a breath.

eyes always so intently fixated on what was leaving me behind, i never once thought about looking back to check what i was doing the same to.

a little too late is how i'd explain the presence of my present self. always. because there's always more to realize, even when my future becomes my present.

but for now, let's settle with knowing sadness isn't poetic.

people aren't really all that different from one another.

and that you only learn to notice the littlest details when you're too hurt to settle your senses.

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*young; tender