Not wanting to invite conflict but it seems we are destined for trouble.
Regret is a sore which never heals. At night I sit and listen to songs on the youtube channels. It is here regret, sorrow, loneliness, longing, hurt and guilt enter my heart and body. My eyes hurt and there is a pain over them. It is damaging to keep the hurt but how in the heck do you extinguish it?
We all know regret. We all know hurt. We all know loss.
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