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Oct 2023
I'm losing.
Again.
But the loss is drawn out.
Time is precious
Because all we have is the moments
Between when you found out you were dying
And the moment you'll forget me.
And I regret losing time.
I regret the nots
I regret the enoughs
When I should have kept my mouth shut.
I regret not having time
Enough.
Maria Williams
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Maria Williams  Pennsylvania, USA
(Pennsylvania, USA)   
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