A poem I jotted down in a few minutes.
It's not my faults I linger on
Or things that I have seen
No longer do I hold regret
For what's been done by me
I see mistakes I've yet to make
Old habits that I cannot break
The thing that haunts me most today
Is what I've yet to be
It may sound contradicting
To hear the way I speak
Of blunders past becoming proof
Of what still makes me weak
But fear lies not in what has been
Instead in what will come of them
For having these return again
Would strike me terribly
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