I’m awake.
More so than before.
And contending with my sorely-nourished soul.
I’m intent
On fixing what I stole
For neither of the wrongs can make me whole.
Besides
Apart from getting killed
There’s nothing that can make me drop this now.
It hurts.
And all my hope dissolves.
But still I feel a warmth, and hear a shout.
You’re close.
And I am so afraid.
The doubts are playing tricks with every thought.
Okay.
My heart will break for you.
Just remember me, in case this all goes wrong.
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