To be perfectly honest, sometimes I have this gut feeling saying that I’m crossing the right path and going astray towards the edge of Terra. Another pace and I shall be plunged towards the never ending waterfall that ends the world in the not-so-galielo-ic-way.
When did these feelings came? When will they go? What started them? Am I in the wrong?
Then I remember, followed by a small portion of growing regret.
If, and only if I could just change the hand of time. Punch the clock and force the hand to twist and goes back for a significant amount of month. Maybe I could make a better decision regarding my current situation.
But dear, oh dear. Regrets comes later and it always hurt the most. Especially when you realized it later than sooner.
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a.n. Thinking in Iambic sucks.
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