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This year I kissed too many people with broken hearts and hands like mousetraps. If I could go back and unhurt them I would. If I could go back even farther and never meet them I would do that too. I turned 18. There's no getting around it. I'm gradually becoming an adult now. Navigating the world has proved harder than I expected. There were times I was reckless. In my struggle to survive I hurt others. Apologies do not make good bandages.
I'm not sure what to say about change except that it reminds me of the story with the lions' den. But you are not named Daniel and you have not been praying, so God lets the beasts get a few deep, painful swipes at you before the morning comes and you're pulled into the light, exhausted and cut to shit.
The good news is you survived. The bad news is you're hurt and no one can heal you but yourself. You just have to find a stiff drink and a clean needle before you bleed out. And then you get up. And start over.
I gamble everything on next year.
Everything.
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Guys i wrote this last year..God i was one sad little shit hihihi but yes it was inspired by my fav clementine and and and yahhhh baiii (hope you likey tho yes?) (i love brackets idek) (lol) (yayy) (k bye) !!)
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