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The past replays in tinted glass
I walk through doors that didn’t last
What could’ve been what I let go—
Becomes the script I always know
Each choice I made each word I lost
Returns again to count its cost
The present blurs beneath the weight—
Of everything I changed too late
But time is not a trap or cage
Regret is not the final page
The now still breathes the future bends—
To wounds that shape but do not end
So if I seem a step behind
It’s just the echoes in my mind
But I am here and still may grow—
Despite the things I’ll never know
