Mistakes happen
They are lessons learned
They are feelings felt
They are choices made
They are part of our everyday
We are bound to make them
We are likely to regret them
What is gained if not for them
What is lost without them
I don’t want to
But
I need to have them
It is how I know
Know the best not to
Know the don’t do that
Know the lucky surprise
Know the of course I meant that
It is seen has fault
It is seen as problems
It is seen as bad
If not for them
How do we learn
How do we make a difference
How do we live
Mistakes happen
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Erick Ian Gael
I enjoy storytelling. I enjoy imagination. I enjoy creating a world with both at the helm and allowing the reader to use them.
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The soul careened blindly through a void where it scraped against the walls of a narrow tunnel, amassing a cumulative friction that created all the heat the devil would ever need to torment it. There was no light at the end, not even a fire. From the bottom a cold wind blew, and the clash of extremities spawned vapors of terror in the deadened and numbed appendage that was this strange, delirious, drunken consciousness.
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