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Feb 2020
The merry days of solitude,
No remorse whatsoever
In those moments of loneliness
I found out that rabbit didn't
lose to the turtle.
But,to himself.

Tangling in the process of regret,
Forgetting the decisions you made
Were your own, makes your
Thoughts ******* in the process,
And you no longer regret.
You forget that regret was your freedom.

Remorse? No remorse.
These are actually the feeling
That you build for yourself,
This process of building
Is a boon, that's why no regrets.
Written by
Sameer Kumar
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