Regrets

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I looked up at the full moon and smiled
For the man in the moon was my only friend
I was afraid of rejection
I was afraid of being judged

As I lay here in my coffin
I think of all my regrets
I think of all the things I could've done
And all the things I could've said

It's too late
It's too late to talk to my peers
Too late to travel the world
Too late to be happy

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