I have been asked a hundred times, how could I have done it.
And hundred times I've searched for words to convey the sense of how clear
and how right the choice seemed I have ever made.
Your world doesn't over, a realization should hit you so badly, so badly.
Hope, keep me awake.
Everything is alright because realization.
I set out to make things right from wrong,
Happiness, not easy, not easy as you think, but I gather it from piece to piece.
You deserve more than this, my friend.
Hooray, tomorrow is my last paper and can't wait to spend my weekend sharing mashed potatoes and music with my bunch of friends and my family.
♥
Cheers, W.

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