i sit here and think
of all i've done wrong
the whispering remnents
of a long ago song
while tragic decissions have created the past
the character built
a lays new path
without mistakes, goals can't be reached
if the the world was perfect
there'd be nothing to teach.
we'd never explore our souls and our minds,
never know strengths that are built over time.
the wonder and awe that we see all around, without essence and knowledge
would shrival and drown
love and contentment could never be felt
by a heart, that has never, disapointment been dealt.
mistakes may seem bad, like the end of the world but without them our souls would never grow and unfurl
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