Taken by the thrill,
Only to shudder at the sight of the past.
Where my mistakes are,
And where my undoing began.
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Remorse, Regret, and Those Things I Cannot Forget
PoetryThere are monsters inside me which I have let roam free for much too long.
Backwards
Taken by the thrill,
Only to shudder at the sight of the past.
Where my mistakes are,
And where my undoing began.
