these visions of a night long past.
6:43 a.m.

Dear Past Mistakes and Heartaches,

Please stop plaguing me. Please stop reminding me of why things are the way they are now. Please stop mocking me in the face of what I want versus what I can never have. Please stop waking me up at four in the morning, and please stop feeding the fire that fuels my hopeless heart. The things I did, the things that happened, will never truly dissolve, I know. But, must their memory reside always in the back of my mind? Blood and pain and sorrow and loss...as well as insecurity and uncertainty and fear...these are all the things I've grown weary of.

Yours forever, I guess,

Me.

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