I have to run, because when I stop running, I break from the guilt and worries, and everything comes down on me. I lay awake thinking about my beautiful boy sitting there somewhere alone in the night, unable to contain the pain, to contain what I have brought on us with my unbelievable, unforgivable stupidity.
I should have known better; I always
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Who will focus on ME when I need it?
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(((Hugs))) everything works out just fine in the end; it's only the waiting it out that hurts ;)
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