Don't RegretTime I lost,Time I spent.Time I'll never see again,Time I don't regret.Memories I made,Memories I gained.Memories I love and hate,Memories I don't regret.Love I found,Love I lost.Love I fondly remember,Love I don't forget.Sadness I had,Sadness I caused.Sadness I wished to never be,Sadness I don't regret.Life I lived,Life I was.Life I made the best I could,Life I don't regret.
HimHe didn't stay,He walked away.Her heart was torn,It was she that he did scorn.He said, "Go away!",Like trash, She was castaway.She sobbed through the night,Her future seeming the opposite of bright.Her stomach churned,Yet her heart still burned.He didn't give a outward care,Though he caught her heart in this snare.She said she loved him,But did he say it back on just a whim?She kissed him once, twice, then yet again,But he turned out to be just like the other men.
Prize Date (art trade)It was a good day. Riza clipped Black Hayate's leash onto his collar, and picked up a bag which went into her pocket for the dog’s droppings. It had been nearly a year and a half since all the commotion caused by the homunculi, so it was now safe from all construction to go out at anytime.They stepped out of the door, Black Hayate keeping pace right beside Riza, heeling as he had been taught by his mistress. They walked down the sidewalk, stopping occasionally for Black Hayate to sniff, or do his business. Many people greeted Riza and Black Hayate as they strolled along, the baker, the florist, neighbors, and children of the street. It had been like this for a few weeks now. People were friendlier, wanting to talk to everyone. Almost as if they were seeking comfort from each other. Like everything was okay and back to the life they knew.Looking up Riza saw that, without realizing it, she had led Black Hayate and herself to Central's military headquarters. As was her usual walki
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