Inner piece, the best of me.
Why is it when one thing goes wrong it seems like everything else is too?
Sorry is a word I can no longer hear anymore.
It was wise for me to listen to my mother which she said, "be the best person you can be, so in the end you know you done all that you could, and won't have any regrets."
I understand now.
For regrets, I have none.
Bitter, that's not me.
In my future relations, no one will be treated any less than amazing, until proven otherwise.
Unfinished..
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