The Year of My Discontent (and growth)
One thing I never realized
was how much regret feels like guilt.
I feel guilty all the time
even though my blood was spilt.
She gave me nothing but confusion
when she put me on the shelf.
I held onto my illusion
but I lost myself.
They say that failure
is the greatest teacher
and that growth
requires pain
but they never told me
to my surprise
how regret and guilt feel like they are the same.
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