When I said I regret my actions,
I didn't mean that I should have been kinder to you.
I think I meant that I should have left you long ago, cause my mind won't just let go of how you messed with it.
It only sends me some notes on all that I have tolerated.
And tells me I cannot do that again.
That I have suffered long enough, and now I deserve a break.
Don't ask me where I hide.
It might be too late for you or me to do anything.
Atleast, it'll give me what my life didn't.
Rest and Peace.
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