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Regret
with simple touches
and gentle whispers
I clawed to the surface
buried in regrets
too young to have lived
I cried out dirt clinged like oil
no support only a tight rope
only a bridge that has been worn out
to late to go back
to early to charge ahead
and me covered in regret
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