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His mother said regrets were 'moral residue'. Like something hard to remove got stuck on you when you did something against your better judgement. I didn't understand it until I did something wrong myself, now the residue seems impossible to remove, like on indelible stain on my cerebral cortex. I pant for air, leaning on the main building door for balance, while at the same time I retract every bad things I said. I took a last ounce of dignity I had opened the door. Moments ago in the elevator, with that soft tinny music playing through cheap speakers, I had prayed for forgiveness. The elevator dinging had brought me swiftly back to reality. I probably won't spill out all the details in this story but live you slightly in a cliffhanger. Anyway please read my book. It will be my pleasure if you are not a silent reader, at least give the book a vote or a comment. Luv ya all<3
Life Turns Back On Me
