I don't

        second-guess the decision

(not really...                not often...)

I feel

                the pain of it

of the

                opportunity discarded

almost every day.

                                I don't
want to undo
                        what was done

I can't even
                        imagine
        what would be.

                        I don't even

want to undo
                        the mistake,

the pain
                has become so
integral
                        to the me I am.

        I almost
                don't know who
I'd be without it.

                It simmers

below the surface

                sometimes metamorphising

to anger
                even rage

        but it doesn't boil over.

I've become
                        so used to it
        almost friends with it

                        I think
I would
                feel lost without it,

but I
        don't really
                        understand it.
 

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