In the quiet of night, whispers of regret, Bronze statues standing, frozen in time, Memories of mistakes, we can't forget, Etched in our hearts like a lingering chime. Each decision made, each path we chose, Reflected like bronze, in the light of day, Regrets weigh heavy, like burdens we can't dispose, And haunt our thoughts, in an endless display. But like bronze, we too can shine, Through trials and tribulations, we will find, A glimmer of hope, a chance to refine, Our regrets can mold us, into something divine. Above all else I regret the time I wasted on Roblox.
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