"The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone."
Harriet Beecher Stowe, abolitionist and novelist (1811-1896)
Some days it's hard not to hate myself The constant state of constant failure As if I didn’t take life seriously As if tomorrow didn’t...
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