Here in the night of my life,
I dream of the mistakes that I had made
and wish to fix them.
I reflected on the difference.
And it was never enough.
I could have done something.
I should've done something.
Why did I not. Maybe
The answer lays in a coffin.
Deep in the ground
-Michaela
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My poems
Poetrythis is not really a story more like a buch of my poems that i write. i know a that a lot of them will be like shit but ill try
