it is her's alone,
as she sits so melancholy,
at the day fate has handed to her
judgements that were made in haste,
through the fog of anger,
have now set out to pasture,
as she tries to reconcile her what-could-have-beens
it is her cross to bear,
all alone,
as she sits in prayer,
she knows
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i feel like this sometimes
its funny how much
this hits me
i am touched
my fav. part:
judgements that were made in haste,
through the fog of anger,
have now set out to pasture,
as she tries to reconcile her what-could-have-beens


