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Dec 2019
When I wake up in the morning
I remember you are gone.
I keep regretting what I did.
I did too many things wrong.

Every night I lay in bed
thinking about you for too long.
Again regretting what I did
and what I did wrong.

During the day I try not to remember,
but the process goes on and on.
How I regret what I did
yet again what I did wrong.
Crystal Freda
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Crystal Freda  25/F/Louisiana
(25/F/Louisiana)   
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