Still Paying
I seized the moment,
sure I’d repay it in kind.
What’s a hint of regret
for what I thought I needed to burn?
Now the burden grows,
sleepless nights interest is accruing.
The cost never diminishes,
but the memory of the flame is a vapor,
and yet, I still pay.
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