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Over thinking.

Each night I lay awake,  Just thinking about what I've ever done.  My mind floods of regrets and mistakes, The happiness of things that had once made me smile are gone.  Thinking, just thinking about what could have been differently, What would have happened if I chose another way? How it would have happened if I thought things through more intently, Will be the bypath that I may know one day. 


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