After all that. After all the self-revelations. After all the embarrassment and the failed attempts. After reaching out for nothing, or maybe something. After losing, gaining. After forgiving, forgetting, letting it go. After hurting and being hurt.
I am right back where I started off
and running out of places to go.
fuck, how did it even get to this.
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- forget your name, forget your fear.
- you've got growing up to do.
- the hardest part.
- breathe.
- rewind.
- photoshop is always soothing.
- I can picture your face well.
- afterall.
- start from square one.
- wrong.
- so this brain in my head can forget your face and ...
- death.
- Great Expectations.
- Firewater.
- Note to self:Take it easy. Breathe. Stop. Relax. T...
- all you ever wanted.
- My tongue still misbehaves.
- keeping busy.
- wishes.
- weakness, weakness at the thought of how you're go...
- I want out of this tangled mess I created. I want ...
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