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Maybe tomorrow,
maybe never. Cookie crumb promises thrown to the wind. Maybe tomorrow for yesterday, today, and tomorrow. One of the saddest thoughts to cross over your lips. “Maybe tomorrow.” Tomorrow is the day that never comes and everyday is yesterday. Maybe tomorrow, I can live for today. Today always seems pressing and fast fleeting away to join yesterday. Maybe tomorrow, won’t be like today. But a fresh, new day full of promise, like yesterday. Maybe tomorrow.
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