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I think remorsefully of the days
I loved and have now lost
My cycle is to regret these feelings
And just ignore them
Why can’t I just accept and be thankful
I was allowed to love
I have placed the greatest
Value on this intangible thing
I prey for moments like those
Only conceived by mind
Forgetful I am that I have been lucky enough
To use that word more than once in my life
Why can’t I be happy
Why do I dwell
Why have I found it only to lose it?
Maybe a series of loves is how the soul grows
Maybe I made mistakes
The only thing I know for sure
That I do not doubt
Is that I am capable
and I do need to love again