The feelings I failed to confess,
The words that I left unsaid,
The love I flinched to show,
The smile that I always plaster,
The help I didn't give myself;
They are the demons of regret.
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The Little Black Notebook
Teen FictionIts a secret spilled ink of a girl whose constant is herself. Not beautiful but broke. She is dense but delicious It's her collection of thoughts ....every single time.These are words she wants to say and the feelings she suffer but can't muster up...
Demons of Regret
The feelings I failed to confess,
The words that I left unsaid,
The love I flinched to show,
The smile that I always plaster,
The help I didn't give myself;
They are the demons of regret.
