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Apr 2016
My regret
Is that I didn't ingest the pills for you
My regret
Is that I didn't lend my wrist to be cut
My regret
Is that I didn't suffer the insults instead
My regret
Is that I didn't bear the depression for you

But my greatest regret
Is not being there for you when you needed me.
Star Gazer
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Star Gazer
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