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Regretting Thoughts
Half of the time I lay wake,
On my bed out past eight.
Thinking if I could replay the day,
I’ll change a lot of the things I say.
Like me being strange,
Or like when I kept trying to be a friend,
I just made it awkward for them then.
I am afraid that they know it,
Im sorta afraid of if they ask,
Or worse, if they ignore me, for my past.
If I could go back, I’d be less disruptive,
If I’d had been less destructive!
Maybe if I had a chance.
I’d change the things I said...
Maybe they’d like me better than...
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Elena Bradford
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