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Jun 22
So, many mistakes, I do regret.
And one is losing you to another.
And not trying to make it work.
When you ask me to try?

So, many mistakes, Do I regret.
And many I can't forget.
If fool was printed upon my forehead.
I just have to wear it without pride.

Somethings, we wake up too late.
And losing you to another is one of them.
And I reminded often by friends about it.

Some lessons we learn from.
And this is one I know very well.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
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   vb and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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