I look back on my past
And wonder about my thoughts; are there regrets
Or pieces that I wish hadn’t fallen?
But they did, so I can’t change that.
I think of a solution that will help,
So I pull out a piece of paper that you gave me,
From a long time ago.
I doubt you'd remember,
But it always sticks with me like glue,
“I love you! ”
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