In twilight's hush, the past descends,
Echoes of choices, forever to amend.
Ghosts of kindness bring warmth and light,
While specters of cruelty ignite the night.
Memories whisper secrets in our ear,
Of paths we've trod, and choices we hold dear.
A chance to learn, to mend and to heal,
To make amends for the harm we've concealed.
Let us heed the whispers of the past,
And strive to make amends that will forever last.
For in the future's eyes, our actions will be told,
And the consequences of our choices, forever unfold.
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