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Jun 2019
I wish I could say I had no regrets
But my past is riddled with mistakes
I blame myself
I don't forget

They fade sometimes
The regrets
Only to bleed like an opened wound
On a lonely night

I can't help but open
These scars
They are after all
Some of my fondest memories

Yet I don't feel
The happiness
They should represent
I feel the aftermath

Of my mistakes
Of my failure
To do
Anything
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Willie  22/M
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