Standing on my own grave

And there I was standing on my own grave,
mulling over the relation which I could not save.
So i started digging my own past,
Thinking of the time where I could not play my part.

This act of mine turned out to be my biggest mistake,
Life once gone is gone, there is no retake.

A book once closed is better closed forever,
But I started reading it again with my heart full of prayer.
Wishing in my heart that I can change the contents of the book,
or at least deceive someone by giving it a new look.

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