Sometimes I lay here listening to the Return by Trevor Hall and an extremely large mixture of emotions swirl around my head. I can't decide if they're from my droopy eyes so I try and cast the negativity away.
But then I remember the conversation.
The kiss.
The divorce.
The cancer.
All of this cutting up the good and destroying the bad. Tearing up any positivity left in my soul, or trapped in my bones. Only cuts and tears, tonight.
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