She sat, perplexed, confused,
Mostly angry at herself.
Burdened by demonic hindsight,
Torn apart by regret.
Staring at the dying sun,
The last embers of the day.
Continue reading at Em’s World
She sat, perplexed, confused,
Mostly angry at herself.
Burdened by demonic hindsight,
Torn apart by regret.
Staring at the dying sun,
The last embers of the day.
Continue reading at Em’s World
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Very thought provoking words!
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