Fleeting thoughts,
Pass me by.
I hold my breath,
I close my eyes.
trying to forget
Given the chance,
I'd make amends.
soft spoken words,
means to and end.
hiding my regret
In the end,
my times a waste.
the thoughts still pass,
I still give chase.
forever in your debt.
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