A Dragon Named Regret

Every day I fight a dragon named Regret.

Every single day he burns me to a crisp, yet I charge into his flames again the next day, hoping I’ll emerge unscathed. Sometimes I just try to avoid him, but everywhere I turn I run into his gaze.

I don’t know how much more fight I have in me. My sword feels like it weighs a hundred pounds and I can barely drag my feet on the ground.

I am starting to lose hope.

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