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One day You'll meet the person you were meant to become But didn't Maybe because of bad decisions Wrong life choices Poor impulse control Sheer laziness Selfishness Crippling addiction You'll meet that person And flounder in the tearful aftermath That quiet devastation Of the could-have-beens and what-ifs Wither in the fallout of regret and remorse They don't tell you these things in school That if you'd just reined in your temper a bit Had been more generous Overlooked life's little injuries And spread goodwill instead of vitriol What a difference it would have made You realize these things just a little too late When your life is half-spent Frittered away On petty squabbles and noxious grudges Like cresting a hill Only to see your path end at a sheer drop If you're lucky You'll be too far gone Drowning in your pit To even realize The incarnation of foregone potential Staring at you in the face And so Pass the rest of your days In blissful ignorance They don't tell you these things Or how to at least maintain composure When you get waylaid By these belated revelations
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Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 4:22 AM UTC
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One day You'll meet the person you were meant to become But didn't Maybe because of bad decisions Wrong life choices Poor impulse control Sheer laziness Selfishness Crippling addiction You'll meet that person And flounder in the tearful aftermath That quiet devastation Of the could-have-beens and what-ifs Wither in the fallout of regret and remorse They don't tell you these things in school That if you'd just reined in your temper a bit Had been more generous Overlooked life's little injuries And spread goodwill instead of vitriol What a difference it would have made You realize these things just a little too late When your life is half-spent Frittered away On petty squabbles and noxious grudges Like cresting a hill Only to see your path end at a sheer drop If you're lucky You'll be too far gone Drowning in your pit To even realize The incarnation of foregone potential Staring at you in the face And so Pass the rest of your days In blissful ignorance They don't tell you these things Or how to at least maintain composure When you get waylaid By these belated revelations
#regret
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Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 4:22 AM UTC
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