The fact remains that I could have done nothing more than what I did, I can only be the person I am. How am I not myself? If I could not be forgiven or given the space to grow as a person due to love, then how is that my fault. I know that I am not perfect, but there has always been a limit to how much retrospection can achieve. I have reached that limit in going back, now is the time to go forward.
I do not miss that which was poisoned. I did not poison it. Making mistakes is not a poison, not being able to forgive is a poison.
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