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Oct 2016
Regret is a sharp punch in the gut.
You gasp for air, looking for a salve for the pain.
You wish for a rewind or undo button.
You rationalize, apologize, tell soothing lies
To yourself until you realize
And accept that there is only now.
There is no time machine.
There is only now.
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