The river that flows in me,
flows with regrets.
I did so much wrong
that I can't repair.
I am so sorry.
I don't want to
do it again.
I don't want to
feel the guilt.
The pain.
But it is in me.
I want to stop but I do not.
Although I don't try,
my mistakes later makes me cry.
I think I tried
but I only regreted.
I think I tried
but it only stays a secret.
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My Blooming Words
PoetryThese are the words that I stole from my life experiences. Thank you for checking out on it. : )