the month of may was bitter-sweet.
mistakes
made a million times
less than
twenty-four hours
the same thing
beat yourself
up
beat yourself
down
they're not
disappearing
don't stop
please
but stop
all at the same time
i don't know
where i'm going
where we're going
where they're going
move away
take a break
to the beach
to the sea
submerse yourself
in regrets-
regrets
like me.
Love the last line!
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