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And why should I feel such guilt for not tying up loose ends that we’re frayed to begin with? 
Should I feel bad for being the one who traded life for life? I guess we all did. 
But me?
Life just passes by so quickly
I woke up and I was 2wenty 2, at fever pitch.
My incessant need to change and breathe new air; proven endless, it is.
 I moved. I left. I isolated. 
and my likeness to ill-consideration never helped.
I’ve been lukewarm at best. 
Or a bright light that burned boisterously 
Til I died
I made you reach out, fooled you into thinking you could experience a moment, for sure not more, of me