Regret hangs like a cloud above me. It overtakes me with nausea as it opens up to expel sour and sickening drops of doom into my pores. It racks my body with waves of heat, forceful and deafening, as it clings and holds and follows... Only parting from me the moment I'm brave enough to face it.
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Beautiful! I have felt and lived these words! Relatable and wonderful!
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Thank you thank you 🖤🖤🖤
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You’re welcome 💛💛💛
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regret is like a poison that slowly sickens the soul…besos al vacío desde el vacío
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Yes it is. That’s a perfect way to put it.
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Regrets are certainly such but we have to move on, to live.
Wonderfully penned 🙂
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Yes we do. I agree.
Thank you!!! 😊🖤🙏
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