It is midnight. Thoughts occupy my mind. Shoulda-woulda-coulda all on repeat. Depriving me from sleep.
If only I did this. If only I did that. I shouldn’t’ve done this. I shouldn’t’ve done that. Another but. Another maybe.
Stuck in a rerun. It is the same old song that doesn’t end. It goes on and on my friend.
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