I dwell on the past
And how much I miss it,
How I should have done things,
And what needed to be done differently,
"No regrets,"
I've always said,
However I regret most
Decisions since turning
Seventeen,
Each year I grow more
Reluctant to the
Evil foods and beverages-
They have consumed me
And now I pay as they spit
Their venom out
All over my skin,
Intoxicating my blood with
An ugly fervor,
A sigh I wear for all to see,
Each and every day,
Telling of my evil ways.
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