As I sit here alone the wheels in my head start to turn. My thoughts then begin to squirm.
They release themselves and begin to flow. One after another, each one is different from the other.
Memories of my past that haunt me, reminding me of all the guilt I carry. The regrets, I have so many.
I know I cannot change the past but, oh how I wish I could go back.
To change just one thing. I would go back. If ever was given the chance..ide finally make my dad proud
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