but the bomb that i strapped to my chest,
destroyed all that i lived for.
i'm struggling to fill in the pieces.
learning that my life before, was all for me.
i don't care about me anymore.
i've learned that the things that i touched,
burned to ashes.
the way that i thought was so right
was simply absent.
fiction, i tried to avoid.
but wound up penning a story that couldn't end.
it would never end.
28 years of slightly missing is hard to swallow.
i'm just glad that through your tears,
you still let me follow.
it's so hard to watch the things you let yourself love fall to your own hand.
it's so hard to realize you can never turn yourself into your own man.
shape the things to come.
give me back so much that i have lost.
heal the wounds i blamed on everything.
teach me how to take myself from me.
you're better without me.
i failed the dream and i am sorry.
here's to the new.
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