Wrong Choice

I can’t go back


I can’t change what happened


I won’t speak of thee unspeakable


I won’t tell a living soul


I always told myself that I regret nothing


I always said everything happens for a reason


I wonder if this didn’t happen the way it did


I wonder if I could go back would I change it


So many different ways it could’ve happened


So many right ways to chose



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