Sometimes I lay, under the bright sun.
Thinking about my mistakes, every single one.Regretting everything, crying at others.
Thinking about everything, even though it bothers.Wishing I could delete them, wishing I could erase them.
But each one carves a scar in my heart that serves as an emblem.
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