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An instance of certainty in wrath, or hate for that matter, is to live a lifetime perpetually in hindsight's headlights. You feel this upon lonely reminiscent sessions; You shiver, cringe, then force-flood your mind with nonsense to forget. That is regret.
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Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 8:46 PM UTC
A Familiar Epiphany
An instance of certainty in wrath, or hate for that matter, is to live a lifetime perpetually in hindsight's headlights. You feel this upon lonely reminiscent sessions; You shiver, cringe, then force-flood your mind with nonsense to forget. That is regret.
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Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 8:46 PM UTC
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