There are many regrets in my life
Some say you learn from them, and it's good
But most of the time , I can't
I end up dwelling on them
Thinking of relations I have wreaked
With the mear one phrase out of my mouth
Sometimes I want to be nonexistent
Sometimes I too, want the sweet release of death
But I know, if I did leave this world
Many more would die in the wake
So I suffer
Silently
And try to forget
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Existentialism and poems
PoésieHey guys! This is going to be a book full of just shit I feel like writing this will be, poems,and existential crisis stuff I guess :)
