Today is the day,
a long acceptance sometimes brings;
True regret,
just shy of hate,
no human can amend;
This sad sort of passing time,
tears at the brighter side of what memories remain;
Whether I live one more year or a hundred,
I beg what powers be;
Please save the bashful boy;
He grows violent in isolation,
bathing in the unmentionable consequence of all he's left unsaid.
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