Regret - Poem by Jane Tomlin
No matter how long I live it will never be long enough to make up for the lies I've told, the mistakes I've made and the people I've hurt.
My mind is clouded over, my destiny slowly sinks through the murky waters, my future is unseen, snatched by the Devil to be burned for all eternity in the fiery depths of hell.
Only my doom will be unleashed with my anger, hatred and aggression.
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