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PongIsIT

Published: Oct 24, 2014

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_{I regret most things;
even those, those, which weren't
my fault

I'm a different kind
of a person

I was told that I
shouldn't have any regrets
but I have far too many

Regrets of options
I never have had
Regrets of love
yet there are only
a few

And yet
my sad, sad mind sometimes
can't, won't let me

fall asleep

And I always find myself
nearly drowned in self-pity
and I appear cold

but I'm just lonely}

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This is what I write when I should keep my attention at university. It's... not good I know, but I needed to post it here... sorry.}