It's been a month.
Everything is perfectly chaotic.
Nothing is in place and nothing is right.
My nightmares of my past stopped; replaced by ones from the present.
Full of him.
His voice, his smile, his touch.
Now I can't get to experience them, but in my dreams.
I hate it when I wake up because I know damn well, I won't be having them awake.
What sucks more is that I am the reason we're this fucked up.
I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. - I throw the pen at the wall and I start shaking as the night swallows my tears and misery.
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The Promise
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