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Tue, 04/08/2014 - 00:31 -- kscot1

I got no regrets, no, 

but that's not to say

there ain't nothing I wouldn't change. 

 

I would change the way 

I just stood there, 

and took his screams,

and his lies and his threats.

I would change the way 

I reacted, so passive

just letting it happen.

I would change the way 

I didn't get out sooner. 

I would change the way 

I acted like it didn't bother me.

I would change the way

that I felt about myself

at that point in time. 

 

But thank God

wishes don't come true,

because if anything,

anything at all had changed in my past,

I wouldn't be the same today. 

 

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