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I wish there was a restart button I could hit whenever I made a mistake I couldn't undo and renew all of the decisions that brought me to this point of despair. I wish I could go back in time and choose a better path—a path that is free of regrets. But then— what's been done can't be undone and all I can do is sit here and painfully endure this never-ending cycle of what-ifs and misery.