Regret (Blog 9)

 I live a life where I try to always avoid regrets and hatred. But with how life is I have found it almost impossible. My one and only regret being that I never got to finish my senior year of football due to the fact that I could be in so many places other than her right now. There is no way of me going back and correcting this but at the same time, I still wish I could. I will more than likely always regret it but I will let the regret affect me less.

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