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Apr 17
If we didn’t speak then maybe I could pretend I was a better person.
Pretend who I am now is good and absolved of wrongdoings.
Pretend my regrets only reside in what’s been unspoken.
As if my actions don’t hold the weight I know they do.
regret is a tricky thing. i’m still trying to process my thoughts on it all
Grace Willow
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Grace Willow  USA
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