I tell myself that every freckle is a lesson learned.
A time when I should have died but lived,
Said words that ought to be forgotten,
And loved much too freely.
They come steadily in time, like a graying hair or a fading smile.
As it does, life moves too fast,
And it's only when you stop and look do you realize they're there.
Count them, count them
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