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A poem I made this is how I feel
Mistakes I’ve made,
Lives I’d give my life for as trade, People I’ve hurt I want to undo what I’ve done, Actions not in writing can’t be unstrung, But there are many I can undo. So here take the knife cut out my heart, That’s the only thing I will let part, To those who cause it pain, To handle it is how it’s I train, But time from time I make a mistake And there ends up being heartbreak. I’d give my life to take, Back each and every mistake, To right what is wrong, And see what my end has brung. This is how I feel right now I've made some mistakes |
I've gone ahead and moved this into our Poetry subforum. :yes:
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Thanks Knerd I didnt see it
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