moving on.
it's a long hard road to recovery,
knowing and facing truths;
a reality you can't accept and fathom
but have to endure in hopes that,
eventually, it will indeed get better.
She did you a hella good, son.
And you did what you could,
but could've done more.
It's eating me alive.
I'll get by.
I will.
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