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regret
They say don't look back, but I can't not do it.
The past follows close, especially when I'd like to lose it.
No matter how much I want to, I can't change it.
But I hate it so much that it's hard to embrace it.
Regrets, regrets, so many of them, I'd like to go back, and tell my grandpa I love him
Say it super loud to make sure he heard me.
And after he's gone, give him a big hug.
Because knowing I didn't hurts me.
