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May 2020
I lay in bed at night,
going over the things I did.
Thinking of a million other ways
I should have done them.
Wishing I could go back and change them
as I close my eyes and slowly drift off to sleep,
knowing that I can't.
                                 - Jocelynn
Written by
Cheryl Jocelynn
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   - and Agnes Lyndy
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