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Regret is the street I dwell on. And sorrow hangs it's face at my door. I wish I wouldn't have made mistakes. But I cannot take it back anymore. And I lay awake with a troubled soul... My heart is always attacked. I should've been your secret keeper, Your best friend at all hours. But I didn't possess much power... I was a lost spirit. A whimpering soul. I always thought you'd see it. But now your spirit has left my body, and the cord that linked our hearts together... Has torn my heart in your departure. I wish I wouldn't have done what I did. I wish I could take it back. But in the wee hours of night fall, when the ghost partake in dances, I'll remember how much I loved you. I'll remember your embrace. I'll remember the tiny kisses you left on my neck, arm and face.
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 12:50 AM UTC
Dear Denis, (With all my love)
Regret is the street I dwell on. And sorrow hangs it's face at my door. I wish I wouldn't have made mistakes. But I cannot take it back anymore. And I lay awake with a troubled soul... My heart is always attacked. I should've been your secret keeper, Your best friend at all hours. But I didn't possess much power... I was a lost spirit. A whimpering soul. I always thought you'd see it. But now your spirit has left my body, and the cord that linked our hearts together... Has torn my heart in your departure. I wish I wouldn't have done what I did. I wish I could take it back. But in the wee hours of night fall, when the ghost partake in dances, I'll remember how much I loved you. I'll remember your embrace. I'll remember the tiny kisses you left on my neck, arm and face.
hanna-jones
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 12:50 AM UTC
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