Accepting the Foolishness.

It comes as a thief in the night. The memory of you. And I often find myself falling back into old habits. Habits I thought I broke when I let you go. Habits I’m finding to be my own straight jacket. Perhaps I am just a fool. I’m not who I used to be. But then again, who are you?

 

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