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  • I have no regrets of the things I have done.

    For, good and bad, they are what made me who I am. I have some minor regrets of things left undone or unsaid. They haunt me when I stand still enough to let them. So I try to keep my mind moving because moving targets are harder to hit.

    But in the still of the darkest part of the night, they try to sneak into the forefront of my being. They are scarier than my nightmares and leave an empty feeling deep in my gut.

    I know I don’t want to add to their number, so I tell a lot of people how much I love them. Even a casual neighbor has become a close friend who feels comfortable walking in and giving me a hug.

    I don’t know if I can beat back the emptiness of the regrets by sheer volume alone, but it’s worth a try.
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