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Dec 2013
The sun starts to rise
And Regret is ever present
As we sip our coffee,
We feel our emotions splinter our hearts,
And the remember what we have done.

The sun will still rise

We are shaped by our regrets,
But also by how we deal with them.
The sun will still rise
Even though you’re not here to see it
Even though your hands not in mine,
The sun will still rise.
Written by
nolan foster
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