There will never be a day when I don’t think of what I’ve done wrong.
I wish it wasn’t this way, but for some reason I cannot escape it. But what right do I have to dwell on what has been forgotten by one much greater than I?
None. That is the only answer that I can come up with. There is a reason for grace. There is a point to mercy. There is love.
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