This Drain Flows Into Our Lakes

I feel weak.. and I’m not in my proudest moment when I say that. You know how you often wonder about decisions you made, those make-it-or-break-it sort of verdicts, the ones that leave you both mightily hollow and massacred inside? Those decisions are haunting me now. They haunt me so bad with their surgical manner, making me feel helpless as a newborn in cot. The bitterness has backfired me – all that was accidental now becomes forcefully intentional. The decisions that are jeopardizing my little being, I have next to no choice than keep on going. Even in this painful defeat. A defeat of going away.


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