THE RIGHT WRONG GUY!
I'm all right. Thanks for all who cared! I had a reluctant little "vacation" in the BEACH. Now I am the prodigal daughter, running back into the arms of sobriety and piety.
My heart still aches, but I have been reminded of how to offer up my sufferings.
My guardian angels dip their wings in the agony and turn it into silver,
until it sparkles and shines with such incandescent brilliance
that will hopefully flicker in your direction, drawing you to the flame.
Can I rekindle your concern?
They meet you and kiss you and use you and forget you.
They talk and gossip and cheer and sneer.
They shared your bed and whispered sweet somethings into your ear that don't mean much anymore.
They've gotten over you. They've fallen out. They love you less.
While I love you more and more...
I JUST HAD TO STOP AND THINK...
"WHAT MADE ME FALL FOR A FUCKTARD LIKE YOU?!"
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