Loss of pride. Killing the ego. Failures shine like diamonds because they are. Think of the time it takes to create a perfect catastrophe. All the pieces of the puzzle falling into place at the same time. It's a beautiful thing I can't ignore.
Head on a pillow and clothes on the floor I sweat and shiver, something is wrong. I want someone to call, to come save me, but the woman who used to won’t and the one that will is too far away. This is my future, drool going cold on the sheets, muscles stiffening. I pass out hoping I wake up. I need to make things right.
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