Mar 16
The Mess I Made
Well, the path I’m takin’ is narrow and worn, lined with the ghosts of choices I swore wouldn’t follow me home. And the mess it’s makin’— I see it now. In the people I loved from too far away, in the promises bent until they finally snapped. My heart’s been breakin’ for years, quietly at first, like a house settling into itself, then all at once— walls giving way, everything…
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