The Present Regret

March 25, 2009
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Can you taste it?
This self-desruction sweat,
Dripping down my body.
Everywhere I go
It still haunts me.
Chipping away at my skull
Imprinted in my skin.
A thousand regrets begin to win.
Sometimes I wish...
Well that day...
I died.
Cause its still killing me inside.

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