There is no solace in what if
clothed in regret, while life is
There aren’t second chances
Only shattered pieces remain.
There is no turning back
Into the forays of time
There shall not be any closure
While the wounds of mind lay bare
There is no door to happiness
While consumed in despair
There happens to be no miracle
In this reality of doom
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