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They say that once you've grown up, you're going to make A LOT of Mistakes Then, I ask you, Have you done any mistakes? Mistakes that are worth of many dreams you wished to pursue, but then crushed by any of our idiotic decisions? I tell you, my dear beloved heart, you're right. It was idiotic, shameful but dear heart, you are still beautiful. Regrets are just chances you took and see it as if it was a huge mistake. Dear heart, where are you now? You've gone through enough. And now, you can be the wingless angel that few can adore. Or, you can be a hornless demon that everyone cursed for.
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
No Regrets
They say that once you've grown up, you're going to make A LOT of Mistakes Then, I ask you, Have you done any mistakes? Mistakes that are worth of many dreams you wished to pursue, but then crushed by any of our idiotic decisions? I tell you, my dear beloved heart, you're right. It was idiotic, shameful but dear heart, you are still beautiful. Regrets are just chances you took and see it as if it was a huge mistake. Dear heart, where are you now? You've gone through enough. And now, you can be the wingless angel that few can adore. Or, you can be a hornless demon that everyone cursed for.
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
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