In the end,
we are all filled with regrets.
Regrets that we wished were filled with love.
Regrets that we wished we could have done things differently.
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Forsaking My End
PoesíaWords that are splashed with colors, sadness, tranquility, unreality, and expectations. Don't you sometimes feel lonely? As if no one understands you. As if you're drowning but there's no one to save you? If yes, then grab this collection of poems...
