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Jan 2019
How many years will I never get back

How many laughs can I no longer grab

How many friends have I forever lost

How many chances out the window I've tossed

How many opportunities are passing me

How many fires I'm too blind to see
November 2, 2018

I self-pity on the countless opportunities I never took.

Again, I use a lot of repetition. I still can't figure out if I like it.
Pensive Poignant Poetry
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