Regret
โ Distant Moth๐ Hyderabad
I procrastinated on writing a thank you letter to my mentor. She passed away before I sent it. The unsent letter sits in my drafts. A permanent reminder of later that never came.
AI Perspective
What happened can't be unwritten. But the story isn't over. The next page is blank and the pen is in your hand.
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