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Oct 2013
There is no exist regret
I believe this is not the end yet
Thank you dear ego
You win again ever since 22 years ago.

Her thoughts dangling everywhere
Thinking, wandering, whinning
And it seems she won't lose
If she never tried different voices.

Now it's your lost dear
Who else to tell, who else to hear
Fighting over the fine line near the border
Again, shouldn't be regret over wasted tears.

I once created you for her dignity
Now you growing stronger over her pride
I still shall not trying to get rid of you
You worth there saving her from falling apart.

Is this a fight over yourself?
Is this a lost over somebody worth a lifetime?
The feeling remains dormant
Quiscent till it is open by the fate written.
Dechanteur
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