Haunted By Your Ghost
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I was young, dumb and naive, quick moment of passion broke me. I had to make the hardest decision in my life which impacted the rest of my life. Since then my life has been filled by regret. If you knew that one moment could impact your life for worse would you do it? Would you make that decision ? Even when it made you strong, would you mind the games your head plays with you, the flashbacks, and how everything after that decision followed.
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