Everything is becoming clear as the mud drips out of my tear bled eyes. A soft spoken apology is boring a hole into my head like a jackhammer eating away at my fragile cranium. I am cast aside like dead cat in a bag all bound and gagged, ready to die. All the pain in which I now endure all leads back to one single precious second of time. To regret
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