Philophobia
September 18, 2010
Regrets.
Too often we don’t realize what we have until it’s gone. Too often we’re too stubborn to say, ”Sorry, I was wrong.” Too often it seems we hurt the ones closest to our hearts, and we let the most foolish things tear us apart.
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