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Mistakee

Mistakes were they deliberate or was it not intentional so what's the point wasting anyone's time? If one's intentions were true yet the pieces to the puzzle are scrabbled by past, present mistakes. Mistakes doesn't single out, trembles and don't becomes deflated by numerous mistakes made unintentionally are no longer counted, Yet mistakes are jarring, run deep like a river. Streaming where this water may flow next? Free will, possibilities one might utter about mistakes repeatedly, are often reminded by someone you trust that keeps reminders I told you, when will you learn from being dupable from these mistakes?

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