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The feeling of not knowing whether to apologise and regret that thought.

The feeling of feeling insufficient, that I didn't give enough.

The belief that others hurt me, but it turned out I was the one doing it.

The memory that as a child you wanted to grow up and now time goes by with each laugh.

The laughter of happiness and innocence went away with the evil and the wind.

The realisation that you let yourself be carried away by people who didn't care about you even if you were complete.

The future I want to look back on and feel fulfilled.

The "what if hypothetically" didn't go well for me.

Wanting to move forward without covering your eyes but without letting yourself be blinded by the blind.

Going on "your way" didn't work because of so much traffic and sleep.

To die believing that you lived, even though you haven't finished your journey.

To forget everything, but never the tears that you cried younger.

- P.R.A

(Getting back to posting here)

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