missmolly22
have you ever wondered what life would have been if it hadn't been for that one fateful day? they would've gone on their merry way. we never would've known their story. it simply wouldn't have existed. and we wouldn't have learned this lesson.
that's it. it's final. there's no use negotiating, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. and that's the worst part. no patter how long we sit here and mourn, that's the final decision. what more can i say?
Specifically, how did I get myself into this mess? How did I get so past the point of return, where every minute moment brings me back; where flashbacks are hourly occurrences?
basic human rights. you may have never thought of them before. as we glide by on our serene, smooth as glass pond, never second guessing our harsh remarks, they think in an entirely different way. one off comment could mean death, and a solemn family.
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