Reflecting back on the past,
I fill myself with hate.
The mistakes I made too fast,
Forever it is too late.
...
I make so many mistakes,
I promise I'll do better.
...
...
Oh, for goodness sakes,
What do promises matter?
...
I can't keep true to
the goals I set.
I don't know what to do,
About this problem, yet.
...
Forgiving others,
Is a problem in itself.
But it's impossible,
To forgive yourself.
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