I wake up to the same things, the same emptiness as yesterday. Well, I can't help but think my "glory days" have long since abandoned me. I've brought this on myself from wishing and hoping for someone to save me, to stop me from going under. I made a list of ways to take back those mistakes but when I read it back the whole page was blank. Either my pen ran out or there's just no way to apologize for wasted days. I fought long and hard to forget the past but with a broken heart and an empty flask I took the memories close and secure to my chest, then I cleared the dust from the shelves and I put them back. And we must all suffer the same fate because not everyone dies in their sleep. But what's worse than being alive and awake? And this is for all the broken heart-ed may our hearts hurt no longer...
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