I have made some angry. But I regret nothing that I write.

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I have made some angry. But I regret nothing that I write.
Regret was a familiar feeling, a comfortable blur of thoughts that felt hopeless.
Don't compare. It can move you to regret.
There was no doubt his expression could talk to her, wanting to speak of the regret that he lost her.