How is life when mistakes
are numerous.
Unrequited is it not?
Can one make mistakes and
Continue to live on?
Unrequited is it not?
How I see that skin, which
is a constant
Reminder of my mistakes.
How is life when mistakes are numerous?
I would make millions more
Just so that my unrequited
mistake was not made.
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