To Changing The Past

Dear Old Me,

Hello back there.

It's me, your future self.

Go sit down,

Prepare to frown

But know it won't last long.

I know you are

So innocent,

Though you may be rotten.

You are a brat,

But despite that,

Your sins are very small.

Look up to me,

And you will see

Your strong soul made you fall.


You never wanted

Happened willingly.

So here I am,

Telling you,

Don't give in to sin.

Though it tempts you


Know it won't be worth it.

You can do it,

Change our future

Fix my broken soul.

Until next time,

Auf Wiedersehen,

Love, your soon Sorrow.

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