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I remember times where I wished I could have heard more of what was being said. Sometimes I made the mistake of nodding in compliance, without a second though. I had hurt the ones I loved. What am I supposed to do with this now? Am I supposed to feel to feel better knowing time has passed? Do I really feel any better about any of this? 

All the times I spoke without the thought of consequence. Just like the words that escape my thoughts, I too have found something fleeting in you.