...because sometimes I choose not to speak...and choose that willingly!
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Beautiful line by Mitch Albom, For One More Day... I thought about the days i had handed over to a bottle..the nights i can't remember..the mornings i slept through..all the time spent running from myself.
The love of now isn't the love of then.
My arms heavier, your cheeks chubbier.
My lenses thick, you walk with stick.
My hair dyed, your teeth prescribed.
My hands trembling, your lips quivering.
And love... Struggling.
To be now, like it was then.
Too old we are...for restoration.