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Regret...Regret is all we are left with....''we had no choice'' always we had no choice...we repeat these words to ourselves....but the magic never worked again and again we try to solve others problems but the magic in our own words never work so why try? We try cause we care....if one thing goes wrong then we beat ourselves up. No matter what we try to protect our loved ones even if it means dieing for what is right. Often regret comes from what we have done in our past or what we have done in today's time. Regret is a monster that eats up our souls and wont give them back unless we fight it or control it, but most times regret can be good. It can make a person strong. Regret is both bad and good. On one hand it can make a person depressed, always looking back on his/her on mistakes, always looking at the past, never moving on. Then again it can make a person strong, make them look ahead, never letting depression consume him/her.
The Girl Who Knew NotI was always a strange child. The fastest and srongest of them all. I always prefered the men over the girls and as it may seem I look like one of them too, with my hair up and my pants and bloose instead of the usual dress and stockings. At times I woulds wear small bows, but only to prove I was a girl not a man. I always did my hardest. I worked in the feild, cooked, cleaned, and did all my other chores. Again and again I would hear the villiagers rant and rail about what a dangerous creature I was, but I had done not a thing of harm to them. Once more I would chatise myself but for what. I did my hardest. I tried my best, so I implore why do the villiagers hate me so? Before I get away with myself let us go back to the beginning.
An orphan I was, but taken in by the Home. Mrs. Hatie alway treated me like all of the children, not specail, not like dirt, but like a normal young lady. Eventually, I found out the truth though, but we will come to that soon.
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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