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And here I am, I sit, I stand, inhale and breathe and live and wish to change, but it is still there. Whether I ponder over it or not, whether I wish it gone or to disappear, it is still there. 'No regrets', I said - How true is that? I wonder. One more day, I think it through... Is it even worth a thought, I wonder. No matter what I do, it still remains. No matter how I wish to change, I stand, I sit, inhale once more. It is through breath and life that I choose to be, not letting it dictate, but still carrying its weight. Regret - one may call it - yet, in retrospect, it is just, Me.
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Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 11:38 AM UTC
In retrospect
And here I am, I sit, I stand, inhale and breathe and live and wish to change, but it is still there. Whether I ponder over it or not, whether I wish it gone or to disappear, it is still there. 'No regrets', I said - How true is that? I wonder. One more day, I think it through... Is it even worth a thought, I wonder. No matter what I do, it still remains. No matter how I wish to change, I stand, I sit, inhale once more. It is through breath and life that I choose to be, not letting it dictate, but still carrying its weight. Regret - one may call it - yet, in retrospect, it is just, Me.
It may not soothe immediately, but disinfection leads to faster healing than regretting you injured yourself in the first place.
seraphicjellyfish
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Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 11:38 AM UTC
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