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Jul 2012
To think of all the things that went wrong
is like thinking of all your regrets.
You think about the things you could of chose
to make it right in the end.
But it’s too late to change anything,
Its done and over with.
Stuck in the past of the unchangable.
Theres no such invention called the “time machine”
To go back and change your decisions.
You’re stuck with what you made.
Too late to turn back now.
Regrets begin with what you wanted at the time.
They will fade into the background,
if you learn to live with it.
But hang around your neck, until you let it sink
To the bottom of the ocean like lead.
jess casner
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jess casner  emmaus, pa
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