The past has a way of haunting me,
It haunts me every day with the ifs and the buts,
I want to let go,
But the past is holding tight.
I want to move on,
But the past just won't let.
Why do I regret?
Why can't I just forget?
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The Journey of Broken Paper Plane
PoetryLife doesn't always work the way we wanted it to, but it doesn't mean for us to stop flying through the course of life with our very own paper plane.
