The guilt of what reality has given me, making sense of all mistakes and my stupidity. When you're sick you seem to think you've failed eternally and that the people you let in are only crumbling. When you're sick of thinking life in this recovery. When my decision paved the road that lies in front of me.So to my friends that even call but I don't call back, I want you deep inside my heart upon a hill. It seems to hide sometimes and run away and wonder, I'm really sick of saying sorry but I will…
BYE.
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