I’m still in shock. I thought I was more of a badass than this. It feels visceral.
Comes a time when I ask a familiar question. I keep it to myself.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Nothing. Not a damn thing.
I’m agile with some things. Not so much with others.
It’s an open and shut case. I have nothing to explain. I have nothing to apologize for either.
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