Tortured. From all the mistakes I have made I am imperfect in so many ways From the path of righteousness I have strayed Love means grieving to use a turn of phrase But of regrets I have so few of them Take advantage of experiences For enchantment starts and enchantment ends Despite all the outward appearances To every endeavor fully commit Live, laugh, love to every single extent To every lover I freely submit Until both of us are completely spent Break the cycle when learning something new I've found that recipe inside of you
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