The raging storm
A storm rages inside,
Rains of regret and clouds of anger…
The breeze of joy has died;
With each storm, my brooding is longer.
regret
I regret what I did
I miss him a lot and regret what I did. I tried asking him to patch up but he said everything is lost now and he lost all hope in me.
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Regret? Not always good
She said, “I have no mistake to share with you, because we are all humans and humans make mistakes. I don’t regret anything.”
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