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There will always be that one person, Who will forever stick in your mind, Who you knew you could have saved, Had you only walked the line, And to that person I am sorry, I am sorry I ever let you go, That I let go of your hand and watched you fall, That I gave nothing, while you bore it all, I am sorry for all the secrets I kept, And for all the burdens I permitted, I wish I hadn't run, that I was able to accept, The truth for what it was, but I was too young. I was too young and selfish, Too needy and naive, I was too focused on a wish, Reality was too hard to perceive, I never saw the difference between smoke and ******* I couldn't see how it crystalized and destroyed your brain, I rejected the fear of overdoses and excessive **** I never thought a lifestyle would become your death, I am sorry I only ever pushed you once, I would have done it a thousand more times, If it could have saved those crazy eyes; that beautiful smile, If it meant your body wouldn't become a John Doe on file.
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Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 6:29 PM UTC
Regrets I Can Never Atone
There will always be that one person, Who will forever stick in your mind, Who you knew you could have saved, Had you only walked the line, And to that person I am sorry, I am sorry I ever let you go, That I let go of your hand and watched you fall, That I gave nothing, while you bore it all, I am sorry for all the secrets I kept, And for all the burdens I permitted, I wish I hadn't run, that I was able to accept, The truth for what it was, but I was too young. I was too young and selfish, Too needy and naive, I was too focused on a wish, Reality was too hard to perceive, I never saw the difference between smoke and ******* I couldn't see how it crystalized and destroyed your brain, I rejected the fear of overdoses and excessive **** I never thought a lifestyle would become your death, I am sorry I only ever pushed you once, I would have done it a thousand more times, If it could have saved those crazy eyes; that beautiful smile, If it meant your body wouldn't become a John Doe on file.
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Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 6:29 PM UTC
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