{no regrets, just weapons learned}
maybe if i never stop thinking about my mistake,
i’ll never make it again.
or i could forgive myself and move on…
but that’s a risk i’m not willing to take.
–e.l. jayne
Poems & Prose
The finest part about poetry is the accentuated emphasis of the individual word; the epitome of less is more.
Poems & Prose 
No regrets 🧡🧡🧡
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No ragrets 😉
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Much to unpack for each reader. Much to remind one about the temporaryness of life. Thank you.
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It’s so easy to forget about the temporary aspect of life when we’re in the moment…
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