Regrets
My mom has always said, everyone makes mistakes, but I've made more than I should have, taking a sip, cutting my thighs, punching walls, pushing everyone away. Crawling back to whoever I can like a kicked puppy
I'm gonna repair this
I'm being told I can't fix this shit unless I face my trauma, I don't agree
I'm gonna take it back to the start, I've had a change of heart
I can make it better, I know I can
There's things to change, ways to go about it with less destruction
I'm "free" to have a second chance! You gotta believe me! I can make it better than it ever was. I can make it better
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