sorry, not sorry
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Last published Tue, Jul 16, 2024
this poem is about moving on from your past mistakes, letting go of the people who hurt you and embrace life in a new, possible way. life is beautiful and too short, exploiting it on fair-weather friends will just complicate your life excessively. instead, embrace life, embrace you and let go of the mishaps.
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