Mistakes


 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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