It’s a pity one cannot undo
One’s past
My heart cries out
Remembering the people
I’ve wronged
And the things
I screwed up
Little did I know
Back then.
Philosophy . Political Philosophy. Poetry . Psychology . Perspectives (on 10,000 things)
It’s a pity one cannot undo
One’s past
My heart cries out
Remembering the people
I’ve wronged
And the things
I screwed up
Little did I know
Back then.
Regret is the worst form of death
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