I become more and more certain each day that you truly might be the one who got away... poor judgement, poor timing... have left me pretty poor, indeed.
And you have escaped because my thoughts could not.... could not form words to be pulled through the exit wound... and now I am wounded, but smiling still through it all. And you are left unaffected and unaware because you still have me like you had me... and I'm the one who's at a loss... for words, for comfort, for the wealth of what could have been... if I could have been better... but I wasn't... and I'm not.
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