Too often we don’t realize what we have until it’s gone.
Too often we’re too stubborn to say “Sorry I was wrong.”
Too often it seems we hurt the ones closest to our hearts,
and we let the most foolish things tear us apart.
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yoh, your poems are really nice, how did you come up with these?
thanks. I was sitting in my room thinking about something i did and lost someone important for.