Your motives are tasteless, but my mouth is fixed with the bitterness and sweetness of your defeat when my worst fear sweeps me right off my feet, screaming, forgive me, but forgiveness is a shadow of a memory. It’s been replaced by something that calls my name, but it doesn’t feel the same.


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