You don't cry because you have regrets, you cry because in a very short time a peice of you is about to be ripped from you, until there is a huge, empty space. That space used to be filled with inside jokes, a big group of friends you see everyday, teachers who care about you, music, sport, kids who admire you, memories, laughter, everything that you have known your whole life. Suddenly, it's gone and all that's left is a space.
I'm sorry I judged you, just because you realised your peices were disappearing before mine, but now I understand.
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