There is no turning back,
Once done, so many actions are just done,
You can only change tack,
And accept what's been done,
Accept it as a part of who you are,
Like your eyes, skin and nose,
And opinion of war.
You cannot pretend that it wasn't you,
Who did what you had done.
Well, you could but then you're pretending that,
You're an apparition,
That you're not real,
'Cause you only prove that,
By owning the effect you have on life,
For there exists no other kind of fact.
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