15th of Febuary

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The thing is,

I don't regret this story.

The thing I regret are the thoughts that were in my head.

I regret the amount of "sorry"s that burst from my lips,

And how I blamed myself whilst lying awake in my bed.

Because the thing is,

It was never me.

It was always YOU.

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