With Regrets

Flirt with the chance.

Quicker expectations.

Shallower as I go on, but beautiful nonetheless.

Carry it over.

Nothing more.

I chose my weapon with regrets.

I never used it, I never will.

I was assigned my weapon.

It's my illusion.

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