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# Final ticks on the clock Hourglass; a few grains Might not make sense to you But I am not insane Feel the end drawing near I don't have much time left I'm okay to move on Only have one regret Many mornings passed by Was in bed wrapped up tight Fire streaked through the sky And the day replaced night An explosion of hues Fire that God had set The sky painted for me Did not see; I regret Or a clear and cold night Spent locked up and away Prisoner in my home By my choice it's this way Staring at the TV Often feel like its pet Should have stared at the stars Beauty missed; I regret An assembly of friends Maybe family event It could be something small Or require repent Those I love and I know People I have yet met Socialize; Interact Did not do; I regret I followed my heart And my dreams were alive Lived each day to the max Drinking nectar of life The potential I had Wasn't lost on a bet Fairy tale had come true Dreaming still; I regret #
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May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 8:20 PM UTC
One Regret
# Final ticks on the clock Hourglass; a few grains Might not make sense to you But I am not insane Feel the end drawing near I don't have much time left I'm okay to move on Only have one regret Many mornings passed by Was in bed wrapped up tight Fire streaked through the sky And the day replaced night An explosion of hues Fire that God had set The sky painted for me Did not see; I regret Or a clear and cold night Spent locked up and away Prisoner in my home By my choice it's this way Staring at the TV Often feel like its pet Should have stared at the stars Beauty missed; I regret An assembly of friends Maybe family event It could be something small Or require repent Those I love and I know People I have yet met Socialize; Interact Did not do; I regret I followed my heart And my dreams were alive Lived each day to the max Drinking nectar of life The potential I had Wasn't lost on a bet Fairy tale had come true Dreaming still; I regret #
Written: May 28, 2018 All rights reserved.
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48/M/Massachusetts
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 8:20 PM UTC
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