No Regret
I gave in thinking it was true.
Was it true? Doubt it ...
How can anything be true in life?
Nothing can be.
Whats wrong? Nothing.
Theres something. Noda.
Lies. Theres alot wrong.
Not at the moment there wasnt.
Life was going as planned.
But life drifts on into an endless sea
And the waves crash into it
And we die inside
No regret. Just upset.
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EmotionalReck07posted on 04/19/2008
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