M i r e d of R e g r e t

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my feet couldn’t move, 
stuck in this mud. 
told myself to walk it off, 
but not an inch was gained.

if I had the chance to rewrite history, 
I’d do whatever it takes— 
I wouldn’t be a coward, 
stuck in this mud, 
my feet can’t move.



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