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11-15-2011, 10:18 AM
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Regrets
In words softly spoken,
Or spoken in anger, Even left unsaid, To be lost in time. In things left undone, Things... Incomplete. Perhpas things that were, But now never wished so. In thoughts come and gone, Never realised, Or realised all too well, When dreams became pain. Gestures, lies, truths... So many regrets, That I wonder if... If I should just stop. Sharing no words, Sharing no actions, Sharing no thoughts... Sharing no regrets. What am I to become then? A prisoner, The lonely warrior, Or freedom itself?
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"When the time comes, just walk away and don't make any fuss." 
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11-15-2011, 10:55 AM
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I can see what this relates to. It's a nice work though, especially with the bit about the lonely warrior.
My only advice is that you try to follow your heart..
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Always listening to The Orb: O.O.B.E...  My fanfic "The man who learns only what others know is as ignorant as if he learns nothing. The treasures of knowledge are the most rare, and guarded most harshly." -Chronicle of the First Age "Try to see the forest through her eyes." Réalisant mon espoir, Je me lance vers la gloire. Je ne regrette rien. (Making my hope come true, I hurl myself toward glory. I regret nothing.)
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