Snail without a shell.

Because there are so many things that I wish I’d never done, so many people that I wish I’d never known. I think that every time the number of lit candles on my birthday cake increases, I have a deeper, clearer perception of “regret”. Then the good ol’ “it’s too late” comes knocking at my front door. Winking at me as I open the door, it beckons me to bend down, and whispers gently into my left ear the good ol’ “everything happens for a reason”. I wonder what those reasons really are.

 

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