I sit in my room and think about all the things I should have done.
Maybe things I could have done.
And I cry.
I cry because of all the things I’ve missed. All the things I could have done.
All the things I should have done.
And I cry because I know there’s no going back.
There are no second chances.
None can tell you that there’s still time.
Because there isn’t.
I sit in my room and cry because I’ve realized these things.
And I know I don’t have the time to fix it.
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Categories: flash fiction