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Regret
Its dark i can’t see, i feel cold.. I’m trying to move but cant..there is moisture dripping on my face..i hear voices above me..footsteps, i don’t understand..i try to scream but nothing comes out..then I’m floating, i come out of the ground, hovering...i see my family and friends, they are crying.. i start to drift upward, as i glance down i see my headstone.. If only i knew, i would have.......
morbidlucy
morbidlucy
Published 20th Feb 2012
| Edited 21st Feb 2012
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22nd Feb 2012 5:13pm
I like the way this all comes together
The build up and what not
But I want to know, what is the regret?
And then I remember not knowing is what makes this better
Nice write
The build up and what not
But I want to know, what is the regret?
And then I remember not knowing is what makes this better
Nice write
22nd Feb 2012 9:19pm
Thanx, i left the last sentence open for people to fill in their own regret.
