Regret is what I deserve.
Knowing you made the wrong decision,
the guilt that builds,
the knot at the pit of your stomach,
the stone where your heart should be, weighing you down,
your lungs collapsing on you when you walk,
the tears perpetually stuck, crying is to choke.
Crying is to die.
I should have said goodbye.
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Regrets and Unsent Messages
الشعرA collection of regrets, unsent texts, notes, and letters. "It's easier to leave than to be left behind."
