Never Will
I ponder on the old,
And live within the present,
With thoughts of how it could have been,
If things changed within that moment.
I have traveled far and wide,
For the things I have yearned for.
I have came so close,
To opening the regretful door.
I cannot... I will not...
travel to shame...
For I love for where I am at,
And I cannot hurt the blame.
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