I cannot remember the person I use to be. Cannot remember the dreams that use to be. What was my goal? Did I ever achieve it? Did I ever accomplish and preserver it? Did I let it go or not slip away? I cannot remember my first sunset. Or every gift that I ever received. I cannot remember all the dreams that I've dreamed. I cannot remember every name of every person I have ever meet. Cannot remember the snow of last year. It isn't perfect, it isn't clear. But I can remember all my regrets. They do not fade away like the rest. They do not move on they stay right here. Their the brightest of my memory. Their very clear. Cannot go back only move forward. This is why regret stays here reminding me that I can only go forward. It's always around it follows you everywhere. It constantly takes its time to remind you. Making you hate, hate yourself. With every minute, of every hour, of every day, with every breath that you take. It reminds you. Again and again and again.
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Strange how I felt this very same way for years, yet, I could never quite express it. Thank you so much.