It wasn’t a
mistake. Not meeting you as it wasn’t waiting for you. It wasn’t a
mistake to feel that comfortable or that happy. It wasn’t one even when the confusion or the neglect kicked in, not even when it hurt and it made me cry. As it wasn’t a mistake put an end to it. That home won’t be home ever again, and it’s still not a mistake.
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I dunno what to say, my olde friend. As usual, You leave me without words to say anything... and with a lot of questions, I must add.
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